Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1897-04-22
BREAKING OF THE JAM.
copyright, 1897

copyright. 1871
Il amt my own man. know that"
said Jerry. 1--WE heard the boys tallzin'
about it when they thought was lis
TENN to the trees. Yes, I've heard 'em
whisperin' that some day I'd do some
thin crazy with my gun. Well, mebbe
l will-mebbe I will, if hev' to live
anywhere but here. But couldn't no.
ways hurt little kid like you,"-Jerry
laid his huge hand gently on the head
of the boy curled on the log cabins
hearth-''a pore little sick kid like you"
He lifted his rife and looked along the
barrel toward the boy. His finger was
on the trigger. The doctor opposite
started to his feet with a word of
alarm; then he sat down again. One
glance at Jerry's face convinced him
that, whatever Jerry's failings might
be, shooting sick boys was not one of
them.
"Of course you couldn't hurt him."
said the physician. "In fact, I hope
you'll help ME take care of Jim this
winter. We are here because the city
is not the place for a boy who has had
pneumonia. These old Adirondacks and
the Oswegatchie river, and you for
guide, Jerry, will make Jim as strong
as a bear before spring, and ,....
''Ever see bear p asked Jerry,
laughing with pure delight. Ever see
a bear in the neatest trap in the
woods? You let the kid come to-morry
and I'll bet en- show him one"
Jim sat up and shouted. Jerry's face
was as simple ande glowing as the
boys; then it clouded, and vague sad
ness crept over the docile mouth and
the somewhat vacant eyes.
Don't you forgit I amt right" he
said, slowly and anxiously. IT'D forgit if
the boys didn't let on. They laugh
because I don't dast git away from
these mountains. Ye know stay here
always, and I'm related some way to
the big Windfall up yonder, an to the
river an all. Once I went to town, and
L got SO lonesome an cranky wanted
to knock ey'ry blamed fool met. They
got in my way, an they talked too
much. The trees here don't git in your
way nor talk too much. In course,
them peoples along the Windfall gab-
BILE consid'ble, but they amt exactly
trees. They jist grew after that storm
blew the real old fellers down. Think
of that for wind! Oh, eff I'd only been
here then!"
A light flashed into his eyes, and he
jumped to his feet, walking restlessly
to the door. His hound pressed after
him and followed his handsome, mus
cular master out into the forest.
Ward, the owner of the log house
where DR.. Mason and his charge had
arrived that day, turned to his guest:
cts queer about that" he said. Jerry
in a high wind and Jerry in a calm are
two different men. Ye wouldn't know
him when it blows. He's smarter than
lightnin' then; there amt no cobwebs
in his head at such times! But calm
or storm, he's allays the strongest and
best guide in the woods. He just can't
get lost or tired, or mixed on the
weather or the place to find game.
Everybody likes Jerry, eff he amt his
own man, and We can't put this boy in
carefuller hands than Jerry Wade's."'
Evidently DR.. Wade agreed, for as
the winter passed, Jim spent more and
more hours with Jerry. In the lumber
camps Jerry was the strongest, best
1ratured worker among the men. Dur
ing slack" days the pair hunted,
trapped and snowshoed together, and
Jerry came to love the boy as he had
never loved any other human being. jim
was as dear to him as the forest or the
beautiful Oswegatchie.
The cold weather broke suddenly
with warm rains. The river rose, carry
ing hundreds of logs down stream until
they caught upon some rocks, forming
dangerous jam quarter Of mile
above the Windfall. Then the river
froze again, and the men could walk on
the ice almost to the foot Of the tangle
IF logs.
But one morning warm south wind