Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1910-11-07

damned company business. They own
this whole country, and run IT to suit
themselves"
"She amt my boat" said Petellin.
You'd ought to have got here a few
days sooner"
my God! I'm sorry we waited at
the Pass said Emerson. THE weather
couldn't have been any worse that first
day than 1t was when we came across
Detecting in this remark a criticism
of his caution. Big George turned about
and faced the speaker; but as he met
Emerson's eye he checked the explo-
sion, and, reizing his cap, bolted out
into the cold to walk off his mad
rage.
when is the boat due at Uyak?"
Emerson asked.
"'Mcst any time inside of a week"
How far Is that from here?"
"It amt so far-only about fifty
miles" Then, catching the light that
famed into the miners eyes, Petellin
FASTENED to observe: But you can
get there. It's across the Straits-She-
likof Straits"
What of that! We can hire a sail
boat. and"
"I amt got any sailhoat. ] lost my
sloop last year hunting sea-otter."
we can hire a small boat Of some
sort, can't we, and get the natives to
put us across? There must be plenty of
boats here"
Nothing but skin boats, kayaks and
bidarkas-you know. Anyhow, you
couldn't cross at this time of year-its
too stormy these straits is the worst
piece of water on the coast. No, you'll
have to wait"
Emerson sank back into his chair,
and stared hopelessly at the fire.
Better have some breakfast the
trader continued; but the other only
shook his head. And after a farewell
squint of curiosity the fat man rolled
out again in pursuit of mis- duties.
Tive heard tell of these Shelikof
Straits" Fraser remarked. 81 bunked
with a Zeal hunter from Kodiak once,
and he said they was certainly some
hell in winter. When Emerson made
no reply, the fellows colorless eyes
settled upon him with a trace of solicit
tude, and he resumed: I'm doggone
sorry o lost out, pal, but mebbe
s~omething'l turn up yet" Then, see
ing that the young man was deaf to
his coincidence, he muttered: 80
you've got 'em again, Ell? UNI" As
usual on such occasions, he fell into
his old habit of reading aloud, as it
were, an imaginary scene to himself:
"s'Yes, I've got EN- again says Mr..
Emerson, always eager to give enter
tainment with the English language. 4
am indeed blue his afternoon. Won't
49,, Aa1w 81 -aNO I FaoI tho+ fha aNnnd
of a dear friends voice will drive dull
care away
"'Gladly.' says I; T am a silent man
by birth and training, and my thoughts
is jewels, but for you, I'll scatter them
at large, and you can taxi your pick.
Now, this salmon business amt what
It's cracked up to be, after all. It's a
smelly proposition, no matter how you
take it, and a fisherman amt much
better than a Reub; ask n wise guy.
I'd rather see o in some profesh
that don't stink so, like selling scented
soap. There was a Teller at Dyea who
done we'll at it. What think you?'
Its a dark night without says Mr..
Emerson, and 1 fear some mischief is
afoot.'
but what of yonder beauteous-''
U~nheeding this chatter, the disheart-
ened mar got up at this juncture, as
il a sudden thought impelled him. and
followed Bait out into h cold. He
turned down the bank to the creek.
however, and made a careful examina-
ton of all tine canoes hat went with
the village. Fifteen minutes later he
had searched out the d~isgruntled fish,
erman, n cried, excitedly:
"I've got it! Well catch that boat
yeti"
How" growled the big man, sourly.
There's a large open skinboat, an
oomiak, down on the beach. Well hire
a crew of Indians to put us across TO
Uyak.'
Cant be DONE" said Big George. still