The Magnificent Adventure - LightNovelsOnl.com
You're reading novel online at LightNovelsOnl.com. Please use the follow button to get notifications about your favorite novels and its latest chapters so you can come back anytime and won't miss anything.
DEAR SIR AND FRIEND:
Greetings to you, wherever you may be when this shall find you. Are you among the Gauls, the Goths, the Visigoths, the Huns, the Vandals, or the Cimbri? Wherever you be, our hopes and faith go with you. You are, as I fancy, in a desert, a wilderness, worth no man's owning. Life pa.s.ses meantime. To what end, my friend?
I fancy you in the deluge, in the hurricane, in the blaze of the sun, or in the bleak winds, alone, cheerless, perhaps athirst, perhaps knowing hunger. I know that you will meet these things like a man. But to what end--what is the purpose of all this? You have left behind you all that makes life worth while--fortune, fame, life, ambition, honor--to go away into the desert. At what time are you going to turn back and come to us once more?
Oh, if only I had the right--if only I dared--if only I were in a position to lay some command on you to bring you back!
Methinks then I would. You could do so much for us all--so much for me. It would mean so much to my own happiness if you were here.
Meriwether Lewis, come back! You have gone far enough. On ahead are only cruel hards.h.i.+p and continual failure. Here are fortune, fame, wealth, ambition, honor--and more. I told you one time I would lay my hand upon your shoulder out yonder, no matter where you were. I said that you should look into my face yonder when you sat alone beside your fire under the stars. You said that it would be torment. I said that none the less I would not let you go. I said my face still should stay with you, until you were willing to turn back.
Turn back _now_, Meriwether Lewis! Come back!
The letter was not signed, and needed not to be. Meriwether Lewis sat staring at the paper clutched in his hand.
Her face! Ah, did he not see it now? Was it not true what she had said? He saw her face now--but not smiling, happy, contented, as it once had been. No, he saw it pale and in distress. He saw tears in her eyes. And she had written him:
Oh, if only I had the right to lay some command on you!
Was not he, who had forgotten honor, subject now to any command that she might give him?
"Will, Will!" exclaimed Meriwether Lewis, sharply, imperatively, to his friend, whom he could see dimly at a little distance as he lay.
The long figure in its robes straightened quickly, for by day or night William Clark was instantly ready for any sudden alarm. He started up on his robe, with his hand on his rifle.
"Who calls there? Who goes?" he cried, half awake.
"It is I, Will," said Meriwether Lewis, advancing toward him.
"Listen--tell me, Will, why did you do this?"
"Why did I do what? Merne, what is wrong?"
Clark was now on his feet, and Lewis held out the letter to him. He took it in his hand, looked at it wonderingly.
"This letter----" began Meriwether Lewis. "Certainly you carried it for me--why did you not bring it to me long ago?"
"What letter? Whose letter is it, Merne? I never saw it before. What is it you are saying? Are you mad?"
"I think so," said Lewis, "I think I must be. Here is a letter--I found it but now in my bed. I thought perhaps you had had it for me a long time, and placed it there as a surprise."
"Who sends it, Merne. What does it say?"
"It is from the woman whose face I have seen at night, Will. She asks me to come back!"
"Burn it--throw it in the fire!" said William Clark sharply. "Go back?
What, forsake Mr. Jefferson--leave me?"
"G.o.d forgive me, Will, but you search my very heart! For one moment I was on the point of declaring myself too ill to finish this journey--on the point of letting you have all the honor of it. I was going to surrender my place to you."
"You cannot desert us, Merne! You shall not! Go back to bed! Give me the letter! Bah! it is some counterfeit, some trick of one of the men!"
"It would be worth any man's life to try a jest like that," said Meriwether Lewis. "It is no counterfeit. I know it too well. This letter was written before we left St. Louis. How it came here I know not, but I know who wrote it."
"She had no right----"
"Ah, but that is the cruelty of it--she _did_ have the right!"
"There are some things which a man must work out for himself," said William Clark slowly, after a time. "I don't think I'll ask any questions. If there is any place where I can take half your burden, you know what I will do. We've worked share and share alike, but perhaps some things cannot be shared, even by you and me. It is for you to tell me if I can help you now. If not, then you must decide."
Even as he spoke, his beloved friend was turning away from him.
Meriwether Lewis walked out alone into the night. Stumbling, he pa.s.sed on out among the shadows, under the starlight. Without much plan, he found himself on a little eminence of the bluff near by.
He sat down, his blanket drawn over his head, like an Indian, motionless, thinking, fighting out his own fight, as sometimes a man must, alone. He did not know that William Clark, most faithful of friends, himself silent as a Sioux, had followed, and sat a little distance apart, his eyes fixed on the motionless figure outlined against the sky.
The dawn came at last and kindled a red band along the east. The gray light at length grew more clear. A coyote on the bluff raised a long and quavering cry, like some soul in torture. As if it were his own voice, Meriwether Lewis stirred, rose, drew back the blanket from his shoulders, and turned down the hill.
He saw his friend rising and advancing to him. Once more their hands gripped, as they had when the two first met on the Ohio, almost a year ago, at the beginning of their journey.
Lewis frowned heavily. He could not speak for a time.
"Give the orders to the men to roll out, Captain Clark," said he at length.
"Which way, Captain Lewis--upstream or down?"
"The expedition will go forward, Captain Clark."
"G.o.d bless you, Merne!" said the red-headed one.
CHAPTER III
THE DAY'S WORK
"Roll out, men, roll out!"
The sleeping men stirred under their robes and blankets and turned out, quickly awake, after the fas.h.i.+on of the wilderness. The sentinel came in, his moccasins wet, his tunic girded tight against the cool of the morning, which even at that season was chill upon the high plains.
Soon the fires were alight and the odors of roasting meat arose. The hour was scarce yet dawn.
"Ordway! Ga.s.s! Pryor!" Lewis called in the sergeants in charge of the three messes. "The boy Shannon has not returned. Which of your men, Ordway, will best serve to find Shannon and meet us up the river?"
"Myself, sir," said Ordway, "if you please."
"No, 'tis meself, sor," interrupted Patrick Ga.s.s.
Pryor, with hand outstretched, also claimed the honor of the difficult undertaking.
"You three are needed in the boats," said the leader. "No, I think it will be better to send Drouillard and the two Fields boys. But tell me, Sergeant Ordway----"