The Bon Homme County independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1904-1913, 1909-05-20

there was a small board adGision, which
had been used by the crew for both
kitchen and sleeping chamber. Off
against this arose a ~blackened pile OF
sawdust 20 feet and more high.
Here we are" he called cheerily.
I'VE cen make It,"
Indeed they were Just in time. The
first big drops were splashing on the
dry leaves. She sprang from the horse,
and they mad a helter-skelter dash for
II.
"Ah we make it!' She flung open the
rickety door. In a moment h drops
had increased to a torrent which roared
and pounded on the shingled roof.
Let Ii raint" he cried In high spirits.
This is tights a cup
Isn't this our lucky day, thought"
she echoed. "This comes just In the
nick OF time. This is fathers mill, but
I was never here before. Isn't II a
plore with all the curiosity of a Young
, ster. The room was in good condition.
There was a rude table, a rusty stove
with a stove pipe chimney, and On n
side several hunks made Of pine slabs.
She poked into an old cupboard, and
pulled out pans and old dishes and odd
c-ontrivances, which h speculated over
eagerly.
"Pokerish place" he commented aft
err a time. II don't believe ~anybody's
been here for years
yes, they have: trout fishers camp
here every spring. Didn't o camp
here?"
mo. we didn't get up this far"
Lets go through into the other
part" y
"All right" and he followed her as
she disappeared through the door at
the side.
For the next w hours it poured and
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lightning. They explored for a time in
the old mill, then they sat and watched
the rain and retreating flashes on the
horizon.
'The question now is how to get
home" she spoke up at length. DO
you think the rain has cooled Off he
RUM E
"oh, no. indeed. 1t would take half
a day to cool that fire. The only way
I see is to strike over the ridge"
But it's l. miles"
Every bit OF It, and it's through the
Wild Meadows. Ever been through ?''
Dozens OF times"
Then o know. It's a regular
snarl. That's where l was Just before
I met you. I was looking out for our
timber lot in there. It's soaking wet
there now. Every bush has got a gall
lon in It."
what time is it9' she asked sud
denly.
Five o'clock"
''Then it's out Of the question. 1t
would be dark before we got half
through"
There's only one way left then"
Risk Cherry RUM"
mo; that's impossible. It's stay In
the mill all night and strike out in
the morning. I think the Run will
be cool enough then"
'I'm afraid that's the only way she
said with a trace of usefulness in her
voice. 1t was not her way to quarrel
with the inevitable.
A right. That means a fire." He
started up and seized his axe I'm
going to build q rouser by the brook
here and keep It going all night to
keep of spooks, and I'm going to have
one in the old stove here TO get supper
by"
Supper" she echoed increduIously.
Sure. Amt you hungry" She
looked at him q moment, then burst
into a laugh.
ST wonder If my face is as black as
yours ISL" she asked.
II believe there is just h slightest
trace OF smut" He looked down at
her q critical instant, then turned away
abruptly, almost rudely.
I'm going to try for a trout" he
announced. "Tve got q fly In my hat
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III have It." with sudden inspiration
"Old Pomp-just the thing" He sprang
off into the bushes and after q mo-
ment returned with half a dozen long
horse hairs which he proceeded to plalt
into a line.
down q slender cherry sprout, trimmed
1t with his knife. and was ready.
Back in q minute" he called, and
|, disappeared into the rhododendron
What a CHEEKY, resourceful fellow he
was! One couldn't help liking him.
J She went to the stream, and glancine
coyly in the direction he had gone, be.
|, gan to wash her hands and face and te
| arrange her hair In the mirror of the
pool. In half ar hour she heard his
hail up the dinkey road.
loot six neat ones. Look at 'em.'
He held them up on a stick, six noun.
/ tain trout that glistened like jewels
) Her bright face and newly arranged
hair gave him q quick thrill. Hi
tongue quivered with a remark. but III
only said:
That's our supper"
) How are we going to cook them?'
she asked In a puzzled tone. wv,
haven't any Dishes
'oh, that's easy. We're camping out
you know, I'll cook 'em. Ever see 4
Q done this way?" He dressed the trou'
and, embedding three OF them in a vel
' low clay, buried the mass in the no
ashes. The remaining three he i'm,
paled on long splits and roasted then
over the Goals. Then with the axe h,
hewed out plates from the pine slabs
9 Supper was ready. The clay wal
{ poked out OF the ashes and broker
Q open, and the trout, leaving their skins
I In the shells. rolled out a clear yellow
4 and done to q turn.
How do you like ,em 2" he asked.
s They'd be good II we had salt" sh,
4 said, tasting critically.
"Oh, we're Indians now, and Indians
" you know, don't eat salt. You want {,
: imagine with all our might that w
Q are Indians. and you'll forget all abou
the salt. That's the way to EMO,
things in the woods He began on hi
n share OF the FISH with evident relish
and she stopped nibbling and ate a
a hungrily as he.
IN get a string In the morning
a that'n be enough" he declared boyish
ly. Nov for the chores He sprani
Q out into the thicket and began to lol
down the hemlock scrubs and stril
them of their soft sprigs. Have u
dry 'aNn q Ifffla hat fhauSl ha oil riyhf