Charlevoix county herald. (East Jordan, Mich.) 189?-1953, 1909-07-10
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THE air feels like dawn" whispered
Winthrope. Wen soon be able to see
| the brute"
And he u.s." rejoined Blake.
In this both were mistaken. During
the brief false dawn they were puz-
| zled by the odd appearance of the
ground The sudden flood of full day
light found them staring down into a
dense white fog.
$50 they have that here!" NUT
| tered Blake-"fever-fog!"
"Beastly shame!" echoed Winthrope.
I'm sure the creature has gone off,"
This assertion was met by an out
burst of snarls and yells that made all
| start back and crouch down again in
their sheltering hollow. AS before
Blake was the first to recover
bet you're right" he said. "The
big one has gone off, and a pack of
these African coyotes are having
scrap over the bones"
You mean jackals. 1t sounds like
the nasty beasts"
IF it wasn't for that fog I'd go down
and get our share of the game"
Would it not be very dangerous,
Mr.. Blake?" asked Miss Leslie. What
fearful noise!"
I've chased coyotes off a calf with a
rope; but that's not the proposition
You don't find me fooling around in
that sewer gas of fog. Well roost
right where we are till the sun does
| for it. We've got enough malaria in
us already"
"Will it be long, Blake?" asked Win
thrope.
Huh? Getting hungry this quick?
Wait till you've tramped around a
week, with nothing to eat but your
shoes"
Surely, Mr.. Blake, it will not be so
bad" protested Miss Leslie
Sorry Miss Jenny; but cocoanut
palms don't blow over every day, and
when those nuts are gone what are we
going to do for the next meal?"
Gould we not make bows?" sug-
gested Winthrope. There seems to
be no end of game about
"Bows-and arrows without points!
Neither of us could hit barn door,
anyway"
1--WE could practice"
"Sure-six weeks training on air
pudding. can do better with a hand.
full of stones"
Then We should go at once to the
cliffs" said Miss Leslie.
Now you're talking-and it's Pike
Peak or bust for ours. Here's one
night to the good; but we won't last
many more If we don't get fire. It's
fiints we're after now"
Gould we not make fire by rubbing
sticks?" said Winthrope, recalling his
suggestion of the previous morning.
I've heard that natives have no
trouble"
"So've l. and what's more, I've seen
EN- do it. Never could make a go of
it, myself, though"
But if you remember how it is
done we have at least some chance"
Give you ten to one odds! No; We'll
plenty before we waste time that
way"
THE mist is going" observed Miss
Leslie.
That's no lie. Now for our coyotes.
Where's my club?"
They've all left" said WINTHROP,
peering down. Il can see the ground
clearly. and there is not sign of the
beasts"
There are the bones-what's left Of
them" added Blake. Its small deer,
| suppose. Well. here goes"
He threw down his club and dropped
the loose end Of the creeper after it.
AS the line Strengthened he twisted the
upper part around his leg and was
about to slide to the ground when he
remembered Miss Leslie.
Think you can make it alone?" he
asked.
The girl held up her hands, sore and
swollen from the decorations of the
thorns. Blake looked at them,
frowned, and turned to Winthrope.
UNI you got it, too, and in the
face" he grunted "How's your
ankle?"
Win,hrope wriggled his foot about
and felt the injured ankle.
II fancy it is much better" he an
swered. There seems to be no swell.
ing. and there is no pain now
That's lucky; though it will tune
up later Take slide, now. We've
got to hustle our breakfast and find
way to get over the river"
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