The Press., 1896-08-06
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with a snap, and that ended it, and he was made a chief-for, you see, in their hearts they all hated their strong man. We'll, one winter there came down to Fort O God two Eskimos, and they said that three white men were wintering by the Copperlnine river. They had travelled down from the frozen seas when their ship was locked in the ice, but could get no farther. They were sick with the evil skin and starving The white chief said to me, 'Galloir, will you go?' would have gone with him to the ends of the wOrld-and this was near ono end. "
 The old man laughed to himself, tossed his jet black hair from his wrin- kled face, and after a moment con- tinued: "There never was such a winter as that. The air was so still by times that you could hear the rustic of the stars and the shifting of the northern lights, but the cold at night caught you by the heart and clamped it-mon Dieu, how it clamped it! We crawled under the snow and lay ill our bags of fur and wool, and the dogs hugged close to us. We were sorry for the dogs, and one died, and then another, and there was nothing so dreadful as to hear the dogs howl i'll the long night-it was like the cries of ghosts ill an empty world. The circle of the sun got smaller and smaller, till he only travelled along the high edge of the northwest. We got to The river at last and found the camp. There was one man dead-Only one, but there were bones-ah, monsieur, you not guess what thing it is to look upon the bones of men, and know that"-
 Medallion put his hand on the old man s arm. ''Wait minute," he said. Then he poured out coffee for both, and they crank before the rest was told.
 "It's a creepy story, said Medallion, "but go on."
 Well the White Chief looked at the with a book and piece of paper beside him, and the pencil in the book. The face was bent forward to the knees. The White Chief picked up the book and pencil, and then knelt down and peered up in the dead mans face, all hard like stone and crusted with frost. thought he would never stir again he looked so long. think he was puzzled. Then he turned and said to mo, So quiet, so aw- ful, Galloir! l! and got up. We'll, but it was cold then, and my head seemed big and running about like a ball of air. But lighted spirit lamp and made some coffee. and he opened the book and began to read. All at once I heard a cry, and saw him drop the book on the ground and go to the dead man and jerk his fist as if to strike him in the face. But he did not strike.
 Galloir stopped and lighted his pipe, and was so long silent that Medallion had to jog him into speaking. He puffed the smoke so that his face was in the cloud, and ho said through it: "No, he did not strike. He got to his feet and spoke, An, Jesu, pardonr like that, and come and took up the book again and read. He eat and drunk and read the book again, and knew by his face that something more than cold was clamping his heart
 Shall we bury him in the snow?' I said. Mo- he spoke, let him sit there
 
 book. Galloir, he went on. He was a brave man, hut the rest 1.-the rest !'- then under his breath almost, She was so young, but a child not understand that. We started away soon, leaving the thing there, for four days, and then I saw that the White Chief would never get back to Fort Pent,cost, but he read the dead man s book much. <
 II cannot forget trat one day. He lay looking at the w.rld-nothing but the waves of snow, ahining blue and white, on and on. Tho sun lifted an eye of blood in the north, winking like A devil as tried to drive death away by calling in his ear. He walked all at once, but his eyes seemed asleep He told me to take the book to great man in M ont real He gave me the name. Then he took out his watch-it was stopped al .d this knife and put them into my hands, and then he pat my shoulder. He motioned to have the bag drawn over his head. Idid it. \ < Of course that was the end P'
 Galloir took out the watch and turned it round in his hand, held it to his ear and gave silent little langh. "Eh, that was good watch"
 "But what about the bookY' Medal lion asked.
 ''That book? It was strange. I took it to the man in Montreal-tonnere What fine house and good wine had he-and told him all He whipped out a scarf and blew his nose loud and said very angry: So, she's lost both now. What scoundrel he wasI . Which one did he mean? do not understand ever since.
 THE END.