The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1901-10-27
On Shadow Range.

BY ROBERT MAcHRAY.

were a trifle disheartened, and rated
against their bad luck. Jim Lowe said
very little, but he was always cheerful
and bright. The grumblers looked into
his steady eyes, and their murmurings
died away, their spirits rose, their hopes
revived. But one evening, and without
having to look into Jim's eyes, there
was no grumbling. They were too much
excited to grumble or complain, for Tod
Belt had come into camp crying that he
had seen fresh traces of bear quite near
at hand. and that the bear was pretty
certain to be "silver-tip."
This is whar you come in!'' he shouted
over to Cornwall. ''Thar's sure to be a
racket when he noses US out, and l lew
1t won't be long before he gifts around TO
pay us a call"
cussion. If he was not mistaken. there
was bear, after all, on the Shadow
for the moment this was more interest
ing than any prospect however pleas
ing. But was he right? Tod struck 1t
Don't I know the tracks o. BARR he
exclaimed Indignantly. Guess not! Why,
wot We take me for? 1 amt tibet sort O.
galoot; not me, not much, sonnyl'
81 don't know why there shouldn't be
grizzlies on the Shadow =" said Jim
Lowe; there are plenty of them and
to spare on the range on the other side
of the lake. The chances are that Tod l.;
right" go s,a ~
You can bet I ann cried that WORTHY.
A fire had been lighted for the ever
ing meal; besides, it grew chilly as the
night came, down on, these high-lyine
slopes. Usually the men went to sleep
early, but that night they sat up late,
swapping bar stories, and while they
talked they piled fresh wood on the
flames Tod was so excited that he said
he would sit up all night and watch out
for trouble" But when morning brokE.
on the camp, everyone, Tod included
was fast asleep, and not a sound was
to be heard save of the wind playing
amongst the folds of the hills; otherwise,
the Shadow" was wrapt in it's world OLD
silence. The air was singing cold, and
high up the range the peaks showed sill
ver-co9ted with the first SHOWS of the
year. Jim Lowe was the lightest sleep
er. Shortly after dawn he woke, sat up,
and gazed at his comrades, but he did not
call them at once. His eyes swept past
them through the trees to the gaunt,
naked, time-Stained, storm-riven sides
of the Shadow" they glanced at the
sky-it was clear, pale blue, and the top
of its arch seemed infinitely remote:
then they came back to the sleeping fig
ures, and rested finally on the form of
Lord Cornwall" And there was now a
strange, peculiar expression in these
eyes of Jim Lowe; if ever eyes spoke.
these did-spoke of hunger and thirst and
loneliness and desolation; they were the
eyes of man who, as it We're, was ma
rooned or outlawed. There was some
bitterness in them. but, most of all,
starved and tamishing desire. Then the
eyes changed again; something of panic
seemed to darken them; that, too, pass
ed, and, presently, he aroused the sleep
ers from their slGmbers
. Taint mornin' yet, surely! protested
Tod Belt.
Thought you were to sit up and keep
the fire burnin',' said one of the men to
him; 'but I reckon
Guess it don't matter what you reck-
on" interposed Tod.
"Good-morning, good-morning!' sang
cut Cornwall, standing up.