The Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1903-1909, 1905-01-10


do with them?
Almost maddened by despair Pau
fell upon his knees and furiously
beat his breast With his hands while
the captors led the prisoner away
They had taken up the oil lamp
and carried it with them, and Paul
was soon in total darkness. In his
mt of desperation he rose and fol
lowed them. AT the entrance Of the
cavern he halted and gazed off after
the captors and prisoner. thousand
tumultuous emotions swayed his
heart and again in despair he beat
his breast with his hands
"Oh, cruel, cruel fate! Why did
not know he was my friend and de-
fend him!"
He gazed helplessly at the little
party until they had disappeared from
his view and then threw himself upon
the floor of the cavern in despair
But his better judgment came to his
relief and starting up he seized the
lamp and started back toward the fire
to light it, 1t seemed an age before
the faint glow from the dying embers
told him where the fire was. He at
last reached the spot, and with a pine
stick raked the living Goals together.
Laying on two or three smaller sticks
he blew them into blaze and lighted
| the lamp.
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to travel, but he remembered the wal.
rus hide, with it's mysterious hero.
glyphics, and determined to take ii
with him. He was unable to make
out anything from the hide, and roll
ing it up thrust it in one of his capa
cious pockets, and taking some of the
provisions left in the cavern, went out
and buckled on his snow shoes to
leave the place forever. He tramped
{ until night and then spreading
blanket on the snow slept soundly. A
snow fell during the night, and when.
ne aWoke he shook off the white gown
OF nature and ate some of the roasted
moose meat he had brought with him.
For over a week he wandered about
in the wilderness, subsisting on fish
he caught in the river and a deer
which he shot, but not seeing a hui
man being. Paul had no compass to
steer his course, and was often lost
among the mountains.
One day he came upon a fresh trail
in the snow as if party with Indian |
porters, dogs and sledges had made
their way over the snow toward Forty
Mile Camp.
He sat down at the side of the path |
to rest and think. A slight crunching
OF snow but short distance from him |
caused him to look up, and he saw a
man coming on snow shoes, rife on
his shoulder A single glance at |
those familiar features, and he cried:
"Glum-Glum Ra!ston!"
The solitary traveller paused, started
back in surprise, clutching his gun for
an instant as if he would use it; then |
dropping it on the snow, gave vent to
a whoop that would have done credit
to a wild Indian, and bounding for
ward had Paul about the neck cry
ing:
"Crack-lash alive, by tn trident O.
Neptune"
Where have you been?" asked
Paul.
"Cruisin' about lookin' for you," he
answered. Where you been?"
Paul told the story of his adven-
lures, concluding with his escape
from the cave.
Il have found the mystery about
me thickening all the time, and this
walrus hide covered with strange pic
lures and hieroglyphics is the chief
of all mysteries"
Glum Ralston took the walrus hide,
unrolled it, and gazing at it with
wildly dilating eyes which indicated
his strange interest, demanded:
Where did you get it?"
From the hermit"
9TH hermit-the hermit-the man
that owns this hide--the man who
saved you, is my old captain!" cried
the excited prospector with a shout
Where is he? where is he! It's my
old captain-I'll go home to Kate yet.
Where is he? where is he? where is
he?" he shouted almost fiercely, while
Paul was too much dumbfounded to
utter word.
BE calm, Glum, and explain what
you meant" cried Paul.
Holding up the piece of walrus
hide, Glum said:
1--WE seen this before"
"Where?"
"On board the Eleanor"
who had 1t there?"
THE red-sllin as had the stran' o.
gold nuggets about his neck"
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