The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1904-10-15
CHAPTER NH,


| winter journey to Kaskaskia
| with tempest in his heart.
and 1t was perhaps the storms
energy that gave him the courage to
face undaunted and undoubting what
his experience must have told him lay
In his path. What meant suffering to
him II he could but rescue Alice? And
what We're life should he fail to rescue
her? The old, old song hummed in his
heart. every phrase of 1t distinct above
the ttmult of the storm. Could cold
and hunger swollen streams, ravenous
wild beasts and scalp hunting suvages
battle him? No; there is no barrier
that can hinder love. He said this over
and over to himself after his rcucoun-
ter with the four Indian scouts on the
Wabash. He repeated it with every
heart beat until he fell in with some
friendly red men, who took him to their
camp, where, to his great surprise, he
met VI. Roussillon. 1t was bis song
when again he strobe or toward the
west on his lonely way.
He did not know that Long Hair and
his band were fast on his track, but
the knowledge could not have urged
him to greater haste. He strained ev-
cry muscle to Its utmost, kept every
nerve to the highest tension. Yonder
toward the west was help for Alice.
That was all he cared for
But If Long Hair was pursuing him
with relentless greed for the reward Of.
fered by Hamilton there were friendly
| footsteps still nearer behind him, and
one day at high noon while he was
bending over little fire brolling some
liberal cuts of venison a finger tapped
him on the shoulder. He sprang up
and grappled Oncle Jazon. At the same
time, standing near by, he saw Simon
Kenton, his old time Kentucky friend
The PUNCHED features of or0 and the
| fine. rugged face of the other swan as
in mist before Beverley's eyes. Ken
ton was laughing quietly, his strong.
upright form shaking to the force OF
his pleasure. He was in the early
prime of n vigorous life, not handsome,
but strikingly attractive by reason of a
certain glow in his face and a kindly
fash in his deep set eyes.
"Well, well, my boyr' he exclaimed,
laying his left hand on Beverley's
shoulder, while in the other he held a
long, heavy rifle. I'm glad to see ye.
glad TO see yev'
Thought we was Injuns, eh?" said
Oncle JaZon AN eff we had "a been
we'd IA been shore o. your scalpr The
wizened old creole cackled gleefully.
"And where are yc goin'?" demand
ed Kenton. "Ye're maxim what lacks
n heap o. bein' bee line for some
| place or other"
Beverley was dazed and vacant mind
ed. Things seemed wavering and dim.
| He pushed the two men from him and
gazed at them without speaking. Their
presence and voices did not convince
him.
Yer meats Albumin" said Oncle
Jazon, STOPPING To turn II on the smOl-
dering Goals. "Ye must be hungry.
Cookin' enough for regiment"
Kenton shook Beverley with rough
familiarity as II to rouse his faculties.
whats the matter? Fitz, my lad.
don't ye know 81 Kenton? It's not so
long since we were like brothers, and
now ye don't speak to me. Ye've not
forgotten me, Fitz!
"Mebby he don't like ye as well as
ye thought he did" drawled Oncle
Jazon. II hey known o fellers a-bein'
mistaken jes' tibet way"
Beverley got his wits together as best
he could, taking In the situation by
such degrees as seemed at the time I'M
duly slow, but which were really mere
momentary gatherings.
"Why, Kenton! Jazon!' he presently
exclaimed, a cordial glsdness blending
with his surprise. How did you get
here? Where did you come from"
He looked from one to the other back
and forth, with wondering smile
breaking over his bronzed and deter
mined face.
We've been hot on yer trail for thir-
ty hours" said Kenton. "Roussillon
put us on 1t back yonder. But what
are ye up to? Where are we goin'f"
I'm going to Clark at Kaskaskla to
bring him yonder." He waved his
hand eastward. IL am going to take
Vincennes and kill Hamilton"
"Well, ye're takin' mighty queer
course, my boy, If ye ever expect to
find Kaskaskia. Yere already twenty
miles too far south"
"Carryin his gun on the same shout
der all the time" said Oncle Jazon,
has made i'm kind O. swing in curve
like. 'Taln't good luck nohow TO carry
yer gun on yer lef' shoulder. When
ye do it meks ye take longer step
with yer right foot than We do with
yer lef, an ye can't walk straight
line to save yer liver Ventrebleu! La
venaison brule encore! Look at that
dasted meat burnin' ag'inr'
He jumped back TO the fire to turn
the scorching cuts.
Beverley wrung kenton's hand and
looked into his eyes as n man does
when an old friend comes suddenly out
of the past, so to say, and brings the
freshness and comfort of a strong, true
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