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Page 18 - The Day the Men Went to Town

Published by Ronald Caplan on 1994/1/1 (257 reads)
 

an end all because you didn't open the road. Tell them about Silver. They'll not think it's your fault...." "NO! They'll know damn well it IS my fault. Where's me mitts? It would have to be on MY stretch of road. Hurry! 'Fore they'll be telling everyone I sat in the house and wouldn't give them a hand!" It was only last week that Silver had buried herself in a drift. I had never seen a frightened animal before. I watched the little mare writhe, her body covered with foam. I saw the spasms that shook her withers and her eyes full of tears. We took Silver home and led her into her stall. Billows of steam rose from her body; her eyes rolled with hysterics as Jim tenderly rubbed her down. I stood beside her talking gently into her ear as I stroked her foaming neck. It seemed hours before the drops of saliva that tumed to ice pellets before reaching the ground stopped flowing. Then we covered her with a blanket and bedded her down. Ever since that day I knew Jim would be reluctant to take Silver out after a storm. Jim was ranning down the yard. Harold had calmed the mare with his petting. Jim started shovelling like a madman. In a few minutes the mare was free, and the litde procession tumed up the short road into the yard. Harold Beaton came first leading his pigeon-toed Queenie, straining at the huge stump hooked to the "swing" that packed the snow down hard and cleared a wid? er path than a log would have done. Queenie was the best snow horse on the Settlement Road because she was wise enough to stop and wait for Harold to shovel her out when the snow was too deep. Close behind her came Jennie, Joe Beaton's much- loved mare. Small, black, swayedbacked, she drew a long log wrapped in logging chains. Last of aU came Laughie's big grey mare. Head up, nostrils flaring, proud and haughty, as though she pulled the fanciest of carriages instead of a homemade wood sleigh. "Them wood-sleds! Coldest things on earth. 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They were putting Jen? nie in the stable. Laughie and Harold Beaton took their horses to the fence, tied and blanketed them there. "They must be tak? ing two sleighs today," I said to myself. The men pushed open the door and lumbered over to the stove. They took off their mitts and stood rubbing their hands in what little warmth they could find. There was little to distinguish the three men. Their long biUed caps with the fur-lined ear flaps hung over the collars of their jackets and their heavy woolen trousers ballooned out over their tightly laced boots like sausages. "Devil take this place," said Jim as he closed the door behind him. "No phone, no lights, no plow, no nothin'.... Nova Scotia, the place God forgot!" Jim clasped his lips together as if he dared anyone to defy him. "That's not true, Jim! The place God REMEMBERS is more like it. Next winter we'll have the plow. I've written to the Minister and to the engineer, and we'll have electric light and a telephone too, you'll see." "That'll be the day!" said Jim, throwing off his coat. "Breaking roads, now that all them farms is empty," said Lau? ghie, trying to cover up for my breach of good manners in "an? swering back" my husband. "Takes all a man's time in winter." "They have to be opened," said Harold. "A single track any- way's, else it's 'good-bye.'" "Going to town is an all-day job, all right," added Joe Beaton, taking his place at the table. "Even when there is a track." The men ate and drank in silence. "Thank ye for the tea, Mary," said Laughie pushing back his chair and crossing over to the back door where their dripping jackets hung on a row of nails. He tumed to Joe Beaton. "Ye be after going on my sleigh, Joe?" "Me? Naw, I'll wait down at Dougall's, Harold'11 be needin' a hand when he gets back. Thought I'd wait there." Jim stopped and mmed to me as he buttoned up his coat. 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