Kingsbury County independent. (DeSmet, Kingsbury County, S.D.) 1894-1929, 1909-05-21

canny. On the side nearest the stream
I there was a small board addition, which
had been used by the crew for botn
kitchen and sleeping chamber. ON
against his arose a blackened pile or
sawdust 20 feet and more high.
Here we are he called cheerily.
wv can make It,"
Indeed they were Just In time. Inc
first big drops were splashing on the
dry leaves. She sprang from the horse,
and they made a helter-skelter dash for
IL.
"Ah we make IT, She flung open the
rickety door. In a moment the drops
had increased to a torrent which roared
and pounded on the shingied root.
Let IL rain" he cried In high spirits.
This is tights a cup
Isn't this our lucky day, thought
she echoed. ''Thi comes just In the
nick OF time. This Is fathers mill, but
/ was never here before. Isn't 1T a
funny old place." She began TO ex-
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 one
side several hunks made OF pine slabs.
She poked into an old cupboard, and
pulled out pans and old dishes and odd
contrivances, which she specialized over
eagerly.
"Pokerish place" he commented aft
err a time. ~ don't believe anybody's
been here for years"
Yes. they have; trout fishers camp
here every spring. Didn't you camp
here?"
mo. We didn't get up this far"
Lets go through into the other
part"
"All right" and he followed her as
she disappeared through he door at
the side.
For the next two hours it poured and
| drizzled. but there was not much
the old mill, Their 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 hin the rain has cooled off the
RUM"
"Oh, no, indeed. It would take half
a day TO cool that fire. The only way
1 see Is to strike over the ridge"
But it's l. miles"
Every bit OF It. and it's through the
Wild Meadows. Eve been through ?"
Dozens OF times"
"Then o know. It's a regular
snarl. That's where / was just before
I met you. l was looking out for our
there now. Every bush has got a gall
lon in IT."
What time is it?" 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 them
Risk Cherry Rum"
NO; that's impossible. It's stay in
the mill all night and strike out in
the morning. l 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.
"All right. That means a fire" He
started up and seized his axe. I'm
going to build a rouser by the brook
here and keep 1t going all night TO
keep off spooks, and I'm going to have
one in the old stove here TO get supper
by"
Supper" she echoed incredulously.
Sure. Amt you hungry" She
looked at him a moment, then burst
into a laugh.
II wonder If my face is as black as
yours is?" she asked.
II believe there is just the slightest
trace OF smut" He locke down at
her a critical instant. then turned away
abruptly, almost rudely.
I'm going to try for a trout" he
announced. I've got a fly In my hat
here, but what sticks me is a line. All,
l have t." with sudden inspiration.
"Old Pomp-just the thing" He sprang
of into the bushes and after a mo-
ment returned with half a dozen long
horse hairs which he proceeded to plat
into a line.
Good; now for a pole" He Topped
down a slender cherry sprout, trimmed
IL with his knife, and was ready.
Back in a minute" he called, and
disappeared into the rhododendron
What a CHEEKY, resourceful fellow he
was! One couldn't help liking him.
h went TO the stream, and CHANGING
coyly In the direction he had gone, be-
gan to wash her hands and face and to
arrange her hair in the mirror OF the
pool In half an hour she heard his
hail up the dinkey road.
Got six neat ones Look at EN-
He held them up or a stick, six noun
tain trout that glistened like jewels
Her bright face and newly arranged
hair gave him a quick thrill. His
tongue qufvered with a remark. but he
only said:
That's our supper"
How are We going TO cook them?'
she asked In a puzzled tone. 1--WE
haven't n dishes"
oh. that's easy. We're camping out
YOU ktDWs III COOK EN-. EVER see III
} lone this way" He dressed the trout
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 HI
hewed out plates from the pine slabs
Supper was ready. The clay wa:
I poked out OF the ashes and broke Ell
. open, and the trout. leaving their skin!
I in the shells, rolled out a clear yellow
n done to a turn.
How do you like EN-? ?" he asked.
5 They'd be good IL we had salt" sh'
said, tasting critically.
"Oh. we're Indians now, and Indians
. you know. don't eat salt. You want I,
: imagine with all your might that w
e are Indians, and you'll forget all abou
the salt. That's the way to EMO,
things In the woods" He began IN hi
n share OF the fish with evident relish
d and she stopped nibbling and ate a
Il hungrily as he.
"Tn get a string in the mornin'
a thatil be enough" he declared boyish
iy. Now for the chores" He spran
e out into the thicket n began to 10
ldown the hemlock scrub and stri
Them of their soft sprigs. Have I
y dry 'em a little. but they'll be all righ'
I'm going to fix up n OF them bunk
for you. and I'm going to stay out her
n and tend the fire."
y And I'll put things to rights q litt1