The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1901-04-12

little steamer from the remote settle
ment Of Okkak.
A bitterly disappointed man was
Quin an hour after his arrival, for the
collection of wolverines, lynx and wild
cats which he had come so far to buy
had been recently sold to the skipper
Of a passing vessel. This he heard from
the lips of Johan Danielson, a sturdy,
f%air-haired Norwegian giant, who ff-
teen years ago had with his wife sought
a home on the Labrador shore, as
dreary and d~esolate a corner Of the
world as one could find.
Two days slipped by, and snow fell
to the depth of half a foot. On the third
day the weather grew bitterly cold.
Blocks of ice ground against the rocky
coast, and out on the gray horizon a
couple of huge white foes appeared.
For hours that night, while Mrs. DAN
ielson silently piled her knitting nee
dies, her husband and Quin sat smoking
and chatting by the blazing fire, listen
ing to the crashing of the surf and the
weird screaming of the wind.
Suddenly a startling uproar broke
forth near at hand-the believing of a
frightened COW mingled with the shrill
squealing of a pig.
Quin and his host were instantly on
their feet, the former seizing a hay
fork that stood by the fireplace, while
Danielson grabbed his heavy, muzzle-
loading gun from the rack. They ran
toward the little Enclosure where the
two domestic animals were sheltered in
their warn pens.
As they drew neal the squealing sud
denly ceased; though the COW was bawl-
ing more Justify than ever. Then. to
the utter bewilderment of the men, a
huge white beast scrambled lightly over
the six-foot fence, carrying the luckless
pig.
by heavens, that was eve a polar
bear?' Quin cried excitedly.
1T was just that, sir" the other an
swered. 1T was blown here from the
Arctic-youn finds an ice foe fast ashore
down yonder. must kill the brute and
recover the neat. It's the last pig, and
1 can't spare it."
Danielson and his companion re
turned to the house, where they hur-
riedly donned thick boots and heavy
jackets, and gulped down the hot
coffee that Mrs. Danielson insisted
on their taking. Quin retained the two.
pronged fork; in the furry of prepare.
ton he forgot to fetch a brace of re
volvers that were in his room.
The trail led obliquely to the shore
and here. such enough, a great foe had
grounded recently.
The foe vas fast aground. and wheI
it struck large fragments of it haC
been piled up endwise on the beach
Picking their way over these, the two
men gained the solid field. Through
the driving snow and singing wind
they advanced for a quarter of a mile
Then, the bloodstains being at wide
intervals and more difficult to perceive
they presently lost the trail.
Quin pushed ahead at a good pace
, and when, after a time, he discovered
/, that he could no longer see his com
, panion. the fact did not cause him an,
uneasiness. But a moment later
|, rumbling. cracking noise startled him
, Then his name was called family, ant
he heard the loud report of a gun.
Now thoroughly alarmed-for he con
jectured what the summons meant
Quin fastened back as fast as he could
He felt a swaying motion underfoot a
he ran, and suddenly, out of the whit
snow mist, he saw directly in front o
him a gap Of black. heaving water. l