It was not until they had completed
the day’s task and the wood was all ready to
be loaded into the cart, that Mr. Macrae missed Ailie.
Not seeing her about, he called out:
‘Ailie, Ailie, my bairnie, where are you?
Come ye here noo!’
Then, getting no response, he began
to call louder and louder, and to go this way and
that among the trees, looking anxiously for the golden-haired
lassie, while Hector ran out on the prairie calling
with all his might:
‘Ailie! Ailie! come here.’
Still no answer, and as the sun had set and it was
already beginning to grow dusk, the anxiety of father
and brother became intense.
Little Ailie was lost lost
on the prairie and in a short time night
would be upon them. Oh, what was to be done?
After the first hurried rushing hither
and thither without avail, Mr. Macrae, realizing that
it would be necessary to carry on the search on a
larger scale, called Hector to him and said:
’We must have help. I’ll
go and get our friends. Ye bide here. Maybe
Ailie will come back of herself.’
So saying, Mr. Macrae set off on foot
across the prairie at a swift pace, far faster than
could have been made by the heavily-loaded cart.
Thus left alone, Hector, in spite
of himself, began to feel nervous. Snow, the
first of the year, began falling softly and silently.
For some time Hector sat waiting,
then the happy thought came to him to set the dogs
on Ailie’s trail. He took from his pocket
a ribbon the child had dropped the day before, and
showing it to the clever creatures, told them to ‘find
Ailie.’ They seemed to understand at once
what was expected of them, and set out on the vanishing,
whitening trail, Hector keeping up with them as best
he might.
Soon after this, Mr. Macrae and his
party arrived, each man bearing a lantern or torch.
They were greatly dismayed to find Hector also missing,
and doubly hastened their preparations for the search.
Under Mr. Macrae’s directions, the party, leaving
their horses tied to the trees, until they had first
made search on foot, spread out in a long line, ten
yards or so separating each man from his neighbour,
and proceeded to make a thorough search of the prairie.
It was a weird night, and one such
as never before had been seen there the
long line of lights bobbing about as the searchers
moved through the darkness.
Meanwhile, Hector’s search was
being diligently made. Dour and Dandy hesitated
once or twice as if puzzled, but in a moment trotted
on again, and before very long they led Hector to
the coulee. The excited boy fell rather than
climbed down, and made straight for a sort of pocket
in the bank where he could hear the dogs sniffing.
And there lay Ailie! Curled
up like a kitten, and so motionless that, for a moment,
Hector’s heart stood still with fear. Then
a quick move forward in the dim light, and his hand
was among the clustered curls, and touching the warm,
soft neck.
Ailie was alive! hurt, perhaps, but
alive, and in the greatness of his joy the boy sent
forth a shout that caused Dour and Dandy above to
break forth into an ‘exposition of barking’
that attracted the attention of several of the searchers,
making them wonder if the wise dogs might not have
discovered something.
Hector picked up Ailie with the utmost
tenderness. The child, aroused from her stupor,
gave a little cry of fear, then threw her arms about
her brother’s neck, and burst into tears.
He hugged, and patted, and soothed
her with loving words. ’And are ye no
hurt anywhere?’ he asked her, half in wonder,
half in joy. ’Just to think of it.
Oh, but the good God took wonderfu’ care of
you. Now just you bide there a minute, and I’ll
try to let them know I found ye.’
Ailie, puzzled but obedient, stood
as she was directed, and Hector began to shout with
all the vigour of his healthy young lungs. ’Hi
there! Come here! I’ve found her!
She’s not hurt.’
The clear strong voice rose out of
the coulee, and was first heard by those who had noticed
the eager barking of Dour and Dandy. ‘Ah!
ha!’ exclaimed one of them, Black Rory Macdonald,
his shaggy face lighting up eagerly. ‘Come
awa’, there,’ and off he went
as fast as his mighty legs could carry him.
He had no trouble in locating the dogs, and holding
his lantern over the edge of the little hollow, he
at once caught sight of Hector and Ailie.
‘The gude Lord be praised!’
he cried fervently. ’The bairnie’s
found, and there’s nae hurt upon her.’
His joyous shouts rapidly brought
the other searchers, Mr. Macrae being among the first
to reach the spot. Without loss of time, the
boy and girl were lifted out of the coulee, to be
overwhelmed with demonstrations of delight and affection
from men who ordinarily kept their feelings very strictly
under control.
‘And noo awa’ tae yer
mither yer poor distracted mither,’
broke in Mr. Macrae, gathering up Ailie and starting
towards the place where the horses were tethered.
With long impatient steps he swept over the ground,
and, taking the first horse he came to, put Ailie upon
the saddle before him, and galloped off for the encampment,
where, with brimming eyes and trembling lips, he placed
the child in the mother’s arms, saying softly:
‘Praise God, Mary, oor bairnie’s given
back to us.’
The winter came soon after this, and
it was well for the Highland folk that they had at
home been inured to the cold, for Jack Frost certainly
did not spare them at Pembina.
The clear, dry atmosphere misled them
at first. They would not realize how cold it
really was, until nose or cheeks were nipped.
And more than one of them had a narrow escape from
being frozen to death.
Yet, upon the whole, the winter passed
quite comfortably, albeit the question of food sometimes
became a pressing one, when the hunters had been unsuccessful
for a time.
One day, Narcisse, who took a lively
interest in Hector, rushed to tell him that a great
moose had been seen in the woods to the north, and
that he was going out next day to hunt for him.
He invited Hector to go with him.
Of course, the boy jumped at the invitation,
and, his father not objecting, for he had considerable
confidence in Narcisse, arrangements for the enterprise
were made at once.