The Yakima herald. [volume] (North Yakima, W.T. [Wash.]) 1889-1914, 1891-11-12

In the spring Of 1875 Louis Morel, .
worthy Alsatian farmer, weary Of sub
hitting to the vexatious restraints put
upon his language and liberty by tho
German masters Of his land, sold what
little property he had left and started
for America with his entire family, con-
sisting of wife, son and daughter. Morsl
was still in the prime Of life, and his
wife Juliette seemed wonderfully young
to be the mother Of two such children q
Leon and Pauline. Leon was head and
shoulders taller than his father aed Of
extremely muscular build. Pauliae, ct
this time just entering her eighteenth
year, was 4 maiden Of very winning ap-
pearance, round and rosy and Gvift
footed as an Atalanta.
The Morels had intended settling
somewhere in Manitoba, where daatant
relatives Of theirs had already preceded
them, but hearing tales Of the wonder
full fortunes made in q single month by
the gold seekers Of British Columbia,
they determined to push on to that
new 81 dorado. a. father and son felt
confident that their strong arms would
not be long in uncovering some Of the
treasures in the valley Of the Fraser.
Crossing the United States to Beat
tie, in Washington Territory, the Mnrels
here fitted themselves out with . good
pack wagon, horses, tents, camp uten-
sis, etc., and turned their faces north
ward. Fish and game were plentiful,
and Leon and his father had no dificSl-
ty In supplying the moving household
with all the fresh meat Il stood in need
Of. Fruits and vegetables were always
obtainable from the Indians and Chinese.
The grandeur Of the scenery, the won
derful purity Of the air, the perfect So
curity to human life in these wild re-
gions exercised o sort Of fascination
upon the Morels. What they anticipated
would be q wearisome march through Q
wilderness turned out to be one long
pleasure trip, varied by laughable ad-
ventures Of all kinds True, there was
plenty Of hard work. but the Morels had
been accustomed to that all their lives.
It was no hardship TO them. The one
thing which astonished and charmed
them was the respect paid to women by
these rough miners. They gazed ulan
Morel's wife and daughter as II thankful
for the privilege. As for Pauline, the
fame Of her beauty usually travelled
about thirty miles ahead Of her, and ut
every small village up the Fraser val
ley she was sure to find some unknown
admirer waiting to get look at the
beautiful Fre2ch girl"
As they drew near the mines Of the
Cariboo they fell in with Captain Rob
erts, the chief Of the mounted police Of
that district. Roberts reputation was
not Of the most savory sort he was
known as . violent tempered man, 3D.
dicted to the use Of liquor and quarrel
some and interruptions when under the
influence Of 1t. Roberts accepted the
Morels' invitation to partake Of their
hospitality, and Q halt was made be-
meath . clump Of towering silver frs.
he could scarcely believe his eyes when
he saw the ease and skill with which the
Morels cinched, tethered or hobbled their
horses, put . load on Q pack mule with 0
genuine "squaw hitch" or diamond
hitch" cut poles and pitched . tepee,
slung . kettle, skinned deer or made .
trout ready for broiling. Good feeling
ran high ct dinner, although the banter
and chat were sometimes a little bit too
acid TO be perfectly safe.
81 thought you French people lived on
frogsi" exclaimed Roberts.
80 we did up to the battle Of Water.
loo" replied Morel, good naturally, ''but
now we eat roast beef"
Speaking Of Waterloo" cried the
EnglishmAn, "what o fortunate thing Il
was we crushed that monster Napoleon"
EYES," answered Morel, ''it was for
tunate for you that one Of his own gen.
erals betrayed him, for otherwise he
would have beaten you ct Waterloo. and
after that"
"WhatT cried Roberts.
He would have swallowed your little
island ct Asingle gulp, added the French
man with Q chuckle.
"StuRr growled the Englishman,
England has never been whipped by
any nation In the WORLD
slow about the AmericanSr inter
rupted Morel. with . Gly glance ct his
son.
I'VE were not whipped, SIR" cried
Roberts In . stentorian tome I'VE
simply abandoned the contest"
abandoned the contestl Ga, Ia, ha,
hal" reared the Frenchman.
"You Frenchmen are monkeysi" ex-
claimed Roberts, losing his temper.
"And you Englishmen are-are"- but
Madam Morel's hand had stopped his
mouth completely.
Gone. come, gentlemen" she cried
gayly, "keep cool; you'll spoil your d.
gestion. I hate quATreling. Here's 10
the health Of old England, under whose
flag we are a. safe in the wilderness %
In the city park"
"BFavoF' cried the Englishman. "And
here's to La Belle France, that gives %
the best wine and the most beautiful
women In the worldT
This last pull ct his canteeu reused
Roberto worst passions, and he began
making love 10 Pauline with more ardoR
than discretion. The young girl bore
herself with admirable Judgment, re-
pulling him without losing her temper
or making him lose his Madam Norel
drew long breath Of satisfaction when
he asked Leon 10 bring him his horse,
but their troublesome guest was still
loath 10 part company with the beauti.
knl Pauline. Finally he announced hia