The Chanute times. [volume] (Chanute, Kan.) 1897-1913, 1902-10-24

Breakfast over and they began to
prepare to ascend the mountain.
1t had showed considerable during
the night, but toward morning 1t
changed to a rain and later in the day
q sleet.
The ascent became every moment
more and more difficult. About every
one hundred PAGES they came to
mountain torrents, fed by the gla-
ciers, and augmented by recent rain
falls, which they had to wade, the
cold water often coming above their
knees.
After struggling up steep ascent
Of twenty-five or thirty feet they were
often forced from sheer exhaustion
to rest for moment, but when they
stopped ever so short time the,
piercing wind cut them to the mar
row, chilled them to the bone and
they were compelled to continue
their course to keep from chilling to
death.
When evening came they were on
the other side of the mountain in
valley wet, shivering and benumbed
with cold. They had no tent nor
shelter, save the lowering heavens
from above. Some dry pine and
scrub oak wood was collected and a
fire kindled. They all gathered about
it to dry their bedraggled garments
and warm their shivering bodies.
They had just made supper on
dried salmon, moose meat and hard
tack, when they were startled to see
an old man with long white hair and
beard standing on slight elevation
not far away, gazing at them. He
wore a seal-skin cap, which shaded
his face, but not too much for him to
be recognized by all the camp.
"The captain!" cried the Metlak'
ahtlas.
The hermit" exclaimed Paul.
The prisoner gave utterance to a
curse and was bounding away when
a blow from the hermits staff sent
him staggering to the earth.
Paul Miller started quickly toward
the hermit, saying:
where are you FROM"
The old man gave him a piercing
look and answered:
81 am from everywhere, which
means nowhere. This is precious fine
company you keep!" He clutched
his stout staff as Paul approached
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close. Il will strike you as l did your
companion If you come too near me, y
he added, in a voice made ferocious
by long years of suffering and disap'
pointment.
Paul halted and gazed at him in
amazement.
The old man at last said: 81 have
been cheated, deceived, betrayed and
lied to until l have about lost faith
in all men. Can l trust you now?"
"Do you know those men?" asked
Paul, pointing to the Melakahtlas. "li
you know them, you must know they
can be trusted"
Eyes, they are brothers, but they
have been deceived as often as l."
One of the Indians approached the
hermit and addressed him in his
| native tongue. The old man answer
ed in the same language and grasped
his hand. Though Paul could not
understand word Of what was said
Ike knew from their manner and ges
lures that it had some relation tc
the man on the ground.
After long conversation with the
Metlakahtla the hermit approached
the fire. His face was very grave
and his brow lowered when he gazet
upon the prisoner. The mien of the
prisoner had been defiant until he
met the glance of the hermit, ther
his countenance fell, and his eyes
were upon the ground.
Ned Padgett," said the hermit
you will some day receive the re
ward you so much merit; you will die
a dogs death yet"
The ruffian gave sneerin&
chuckle, but made no answer.
Have you lived long in Alaskan
asked Paul, trying to draw the ole
man into conversation.
Eyes"
"How many years?"