Fergus County argus. [volume] (Lewistown, Mont.) 1886-1946, 1906-03-02
Jacks Adventure with q French Hail.
Breed.

| Here, Grip! Here, Grip" cried
Jack as he shouldered his rife, and
walked away from that shanty which
he had called home for two years. 1t
was situated near Lake Winnipeg In
Canada, and this boy was a strong
trapper's son about Is years of age.
We'll, old boy Grip, what do you
say to going to see what is in our
traps?" The dog gave joyous bark
and ran ahead, as if to say that moth
ins in the world would please him bet.
tel. Thus the two played along for
about two miles, till they came to
stream which had been previously
damned by some beavers.
They approached the dam very eau
tiously and as Jack peeered around =
clump of bushes he did not see the
beavers at work, as he expected, but
saw a French half-breed stealing
beaver from his trap. He did not stay
in hiding longer, but approached the
breed with uplifted fist, saying, you
dirty thief, you had better drop that
beaver and get out of here" The
breeds only reply was to turn his
head and say, ugh, you little papoOse
make me- This was little more
than Jack could stand so he dropped
his gun and prepared to whip the fell
low for his insolence. He had no more
tran started when the breed, whose
name was Pete, grabbed him and
! threw him heavily to the ground. 1t
! was but seconds work for him to
PIN poor Jacks arms to the ground by
placing his knees upon them while ne
sat on Jacks chest. Pete then slap.
ped Jacks face and said. You make
ne? Hugh!"
Grip. Jacks dog, had been contem-
pls.ting the scene and didn't know
What to make of it, but he evidently
did not like the way things were go.
ing, for he deliberately walked up and
buried his teeth in the calf of Pete's
leg A howl from Pete as he jumped
up and ran for tree that stood near
by must have satisfied him, for he
went and jumped upon Jack as that
snow covered person arose to his feet.
Pete was not so we'll satisfied, howev
er, for he drew an old pistol from his
pocket and shot, meaning to hit the
dog, but the bullet took effect in
Jacks leg, just above the knee, and a
| ;oht Of hn
thought that he had killed Jack be-
cause he had fallen. Pete then ran
away and soon disappeared in the
forest.
In moment Jack recovered and
ueG a handkerchief around his leg
in such manner as to stop the flow
!, of blood He tried to raise himself
| but the pain in his leg soon stopped
him. The question was, what should
, he do? A happy thought .lawned up
Oh him, he would send note to his
| father by the dog. He found piece
} OF paper but had nothing to write
: with. Then he happened to think Of
7 the blood that was oozing from his
! wounded leg, so fitted the action to
his thought by dipping his finger in
!, the blood He managed to write in
: big blurred letters: Help! I'm shot
? He then tied the note to the dogs col
r lar and sent him home. The dog
5 reached home in a few minutes. but
his bowls brought no one to the door,
for Jacks father had been called to
: several miles away. Mr.. Turner had
} left a note on the table so that Jack
: would know where he was, for he
! could not come back that night.
About an hour after Grip had reach
ed the cabin figure could be seen
through the light falling snow ap-
preaching the other side of the shan
ty. The dog ran towards the youth.
who was Frank Davis. dear friend
of Jacks, and began to wag his tail.
Hello, Grip, what's that We got on
your collar?' and catching the dog he
tool the paper and spelled out the
message. well, I'll be darned if Jack
hain't done gone and got into anoth-
CT fight; guess I'd better go and help
him out. Well where Is he, Crip?"
The dog started out and Frank fol
lowed him on trot. They soon found
Jack half covered with snow and near
~ frozen to death, for December
weather in that part of the country
is not very warm. Frank soon had
} Jacks blood circulating and then took
rim in his strong arms and carried
T.. him home.
3 Frank gently lay his burden on the
i bed of furs. which was in the rear o.
n the room, and built roaring fire IL
the fire place. He then dressed jack
S wound and put on some broth in ;
s large pot that hung over the fire.
e Jacks eyes opened and he looke'
t. around and said, where's father
e Why, Frank. how did you and l &c
G here?"
n Well" replied Frank, that's lon
70 story and l guess you'd better kee
y still for while yet, as yer kind
f. weak. Your wound amt very bad, S
don't worry; We'll soon punish tina