The Spanish Fork press. [volume] (Spanish Fork, Utah) 1902-current, 1910-04-14
CHAPTER XII.-Continued.

One after another, the keys were
welded together, end to end, in mar
row ribbon of steel The thinnest
one however was not fastened to the
tip until 1t had been used to burn a
groove In the edge of a rib, selected
from among the bones which Miss
Leslie had thrown out of the baobab.
The last key was then fastened to the
others; the blade ground sharp, tenn
pered, and inserted in the groove.
Finally, pieces of the keyring were fit
ted in bands around the bone, through
notches cut in the ends of the steel
blade. The result was bone-handled,
bone backed knife, with narrow cut
ting edge of fine steel.
Long before 1t was finished Miss
Leslie had been forced away by the
requirements of her own work. In
fact, Blake did not complete his task
until late in the afternoon. At the
end, he spent more than an hour
grinding the handle into shape. When
he came to show the completed knife
to Miss Leslie, he was fairly aglow with
justifiable pride.
"How's that for an Eskimo job?" he
demanded. Bunch of keys and
bone, eh?"
you are certainly very ingenious,
Mr.. Blake!"
Milky! There's little of the inventor
in my top piece-only some hustle
and a good memory, | was up in
Alaska you know. Saw a sight of
Eskimo work.
still, it is very skilfully done"
THAT may be Look out for the
edge! It'd do to shave. No more
bamboo splinters for me-dull when
you hit a piece of bone, I'm ready
now to skin a rhinoceros."
IF you can catch one!"
Guess we could find enough of
them around here, all right. But
we'll start in on some of Wins sheep
and cattle"
"Oh, do! One grows tired of eggs,
and all these sea-birds are so tough
and fishy, no matter how | cook them"
Wen sneak down to the pool. and
make try with the bows this eve
ming. I'll give odds. though, that we
draw blank Wins got the aim, but
no drive; I've got the drive, but no
aim Even if hit an antelope, | don't
think bamboo-pointed arrow would
bother him much"
Don't the savages kill game with
out iron weapons?"
Sure; but lot have flint points,
and a lot of others use poison.
,E
those other southern Indians used to
fix their arrows with rattlesnake
poison"
How horrible!"
"Well, that depends on how you look
at It, l guess they thought guns more
horrible when they tackled the whites
and got the daylight let through EN-
At any rate, they swapped arrows for
rifles mighty quick, and anyone who
knows Apaches will tell you it wasn't
because they thought bullets would
do less damage"
yet the thought of poison"
"Yes; but the thought of self-preser-
vation! Sooner than starve, I'd poison
every animal in Africa-and so would
you"
I'll You put II in such horrible
way. One must consider others, ami
mails as well as people; and yet"
Survival of the fittest I've read
some things, and I'm no fool, if | do
say It myself For instance, I'm the
boss here, because I'm the tittest of
our crowd in this environment; but
back in what's called civilized parts,
where the law let's few shrewd fell
lows monopolize the means of produc-
ton, man like your father"
"Mr. Blake, it is not my fault II
papas position in the business
world"
Nor his, either-it's the cussed sys-
tenn! No; that's all right, Miss Jenny.
| was only Illustrating. Now, | take it,
both you and Win would like to get
rid of a boss like me. If you could get
rid of Africa at the same time. AS it
is, though guess you'd rather have