Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1904-06-10

! give his knoll the appearance of d
! trapper's camp.
Toward the end of the week he re-
ceived his first visit Evening was
drawing on. Thorpe was busily en-
gagged in cooking painful of trout.
Suddenly he became aware Of pres
| ence at his side.
"How dos' greeted the newcomer
| gravely.
The man was an Indian. silent. SOL
emn, with the straight, unwinking
1 gaze of his race.
How do?" replied Thorpe.
| The Indian without further cere-
mony threw his pack to the ground,
and, squatting on his heels. watched
the white mans preparati tons. When
the meal was cooked he coolly pro-
duced knife, selected a clean bit Of
hemlock bark and helped himself.
about him.
what you do?" he inquired after u
long silence, punctuated by the puffs
of tobacco.
Hunt. trap. fish," replied Thorpe,
with equal sententiousness.
Good" concluded the Indian after
ruminative pause.
That night he slept on the ground.
Next day he made better shelter than
Thorpe's in less than half the time and
| was of hunting before the sun was an
hour high. He was armed with an
old fashioned smooth bore muzzle load
er, and Thorpe was astonished after
he had become better acquainted with
his new companions method to find
that he hunted deer with fine bird shot.
The Indian never expected to kill or
even mortally wound his game, but he
would follow for miles the blood drops
caused by his little wounds until the
animals in sheer exhaustion allowed
him to approach close enough for a
turned with small buck, tied scientif-
ically together for toting, with the
waste parts cut away. but every ounce
Of utility retained.
81 show" said the Indian, and he did.
Thorpe learned the Indian tan.
The Indian appeared to intend MAX
ing the birch knoll his permanent head
quarters. Thorpe was at first little
suspicious of his new companion. but
the man appeared scrupulously honest,
was never intrusive and even seemed
genuinely DESTROYS of teaching the
white little tricks Of the woods brought
to their perfection by the Indian alone.
He ended by liking him. The two rare
~ spoke. They merely sat near each
other and smoked. One evening the In
dian suddenly remarked:
You look UNI tree?"
"Whats thatY' cried Thorpe, star
tied
You no hunter, no trapper. You look
'um tree for make 'um lumber
What makes you think that, Char
ley?' he asked.
"You good man in woods" replied
Injun Charley sententicusly. rs tell
by way you look at him pine"
Thorpe ruminated.
Charley said he, why are you
staying here with me-"
big frien'," replied the Indian
promptly.
"Why are you my friend? What have
l ever done for youY
"You got 'um chiefs eye" replied his
companion, with simplicity.
Thorpe looked at the Indian again.
There seemed to be only one course.
yes, Pm lumberman." he confess
ed, land I'm looking for pine. But,
Charley, the men up the river must not
know what I'm after"
"They get 'um pine" interjected the
Indian like fash.
Exactly replied Thorpe, surprised
afresh at the others perspicacity.
'.GoodY' exclaimed Injun Charley and
fell silent
With this, the longest conversation
the two had attempted in their peculiar
acquaintance, Thorpe was forced to be
content.
Three days later he was intensely
thankful the conversation had taken
place.
After the noon meal he lay on his
blanket under the hemlcck shelter,
smoking and laZily watching Injun
Charley busy over the, making of a
birch bark canoe.
So idly intent was Thorpe on this
piece of construction that he did not
notipn thr ,.e,et', ~ fTs.f> men from