The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1910-09-15


~ sta NUN llle. eilezs p
ne 81 the 5lizsEli :; tlletF f1e,ss 81
ana dlE lll1t. II ill EE
~ were tlel logll
4 q : d 6f tIe 5laSts- THIS forced them
r. crawl back again. for they dared
/ r5f insGs their course.
Much has been written concerning
ltha. red mans physical Howers Of en-
= "a IS if as 4 rule no Indian =
I me equal Of lis white brother. due as
much perhaps to lack OF mental force
4 al 10 generations of insufficient ,eloth'
1 ing ana hamilton. 50 II was not sur
prfsing that as the long afternoon
/ DRAGGED to a close the Aleut guide be-
gam TO weaken.
Darkness found them staggering on.
supporting him wherever possible. AT
I lefIr.tll he became unable to guide them
f6Ftfier. ana Bait. who had once made
fhs min, TOOK his place. while the 9th
en- dragged the poor creature along at
the cost OF their preolnus strength.
g,Piet had long sfnce lost all track OF
s1nles and place. trusting blindly to a
downward course. The hurricane
stIIl harfed them with undated fury.
when all at once they came TO anGsAer
blum where the ground fell away
abruptly without waiting to inyesd-
I gate whether the slope terminated in
drift or a precipace, they fung them
! selves over. Down they doundered.
| the two half sensible men tangled to-
Sether as If in a race for total oblivion.
only to plunge through thicket OF
willow tops that whipped and stung
them On they went. now vastly heart
ened, over another ridge. down an
other decHvity, land then into Il grove
of spruce timber. where the air sud
denly stilled, and only the treetops told
of the rushing wind above.
It was well nigh an hour before Bait
and Emerson succeeded iu starting
FIRE. for it was desperate work cropping
for dry branches and they themselves
were on the verge OF collapse before
the timid blaze finally showed the
two more unfortunat e ones huddled to-
gether.
Cherry had given Emerson fask
OF LIQUOR before starting, and this he
now divided between Fraser and the
guide, having wisely refused 1t TO
them until shelter was secured. Then
he melted snow in Bnlt's tin cup and
poured pints of hot water into the pair
until the adventurer began to rally.
but the Aleut was too far gone, and
an hour before the laggard dawn came
! he died.
The day was we'll spent when they
struggled into Katmai and plodded up
to half rotted log store. A globular
quarter breed Russian trader took them
in and administered TO their most cry
ing needs.
talk he inquired concerning the mail
boat
.she. called. here three days ago.
bound west" said the trader.
THAT'S all right She'll be back In
about a week, eh2"
"She won't stop coming back"
.'Whaty' Emerson felt himself sick
ening.
mo; she won't call here till next
month, and then If it's stormIng she'll
20 on to the westward and land on her
way back"
"How long win THAT be2'
"AIaybe seven or eight weeks"
In his weakened condition the young
man CROPPED for the counter to support
himself. So the storms delay at the
foot of the pass had undone him!
Fate. in the guise OF winter. had I'M
frrled those floating snow banners
from the mountain peaks to thwart
him once more!
Out of consideration for his compan-
ions Emerson did not acquaint them
with the evil tIdings until the next
morning; moreover, he was swallowed
M in black despair and had no heart
left in him for any further eXerdon.
He had allowed the Russian to show
him to a bed, upon which he flung him
self, half dressed, while the others fol-
lowed suit.
Emerson fell into a deep sleep. and
It was late in the day when he awolke,
every muscle aching. every Joint stih;
every step attended with pain. He
found his companions up and already
breakfasted, Big George none the worse
for his ordeal. while Fraser, bandaged
and smarting, was his old shrewd self
"Have you heard about the malt
boat?" asked Emerson.
''No."
"We've missed her."
"What d'you mean2" demanded Big
George blankly.
al mean that that storm delayed us
Just long enough to ruin u.s."
"why-er-let's wait TIL the next
trip." offered the fisherman.
Emerson shook his head. "She may
not be back here for eight weeks. NO!
We're done for"
Bait was like big boy in distress.
His face wrinkled as If he were about
to burst into loud lamentations. Then
thought seized him.
''Where In blazes is this steamer
49, - ~, ,,,ss,,,,+xvard somewhere"