The Colfax chronicle. [volume] (Colfax, Grant Parish, La.) 1877-1981, 1911-06-24

the states. l say-burn the Indians
hut, sneak to my shack and lay low.
Don't explain anything. Those miners
wouldn't stay in camp minute. and
the health offlcer'd hang me for not re-
portin'. Thanks, old chap, thanks. II
was dirty job for you."
| heard no more except the woolies
gathering aloft and hitting the distant
sea with a roar. The sturdy little
Doc would finish the job alone!"
Firing the hut from the inside.
sneaked through the camp toward the.
Doctors shack.
1t so happened Gas 1t always hap
pens) that on the day after my grue-
some Job with Dr. Dickson. one OF the
visiting eastern directors had a tire
MENUS case Of cramps" as the super
intendent impressively announced.
Now, where was that good-for-noth-
ing. lying, schemlng little Doc? Why.
drunk abed, of course"
So. with this verdict, collection OF
exasperated directors visited Dick
sons shack to rout him out The door
unlocked, but the doctor was nowhere
in camp. A meeting of the directors
was called which resolved that 1t was
dangerous to the camp to continue the
employment of q man who was this.
that and the other bad, incompetent.
lnfaithful thing. So Doc was dis
charged on the spot, the while an In
.itation was prepared to another ply
stefan at Juneau to come and I'LL the
exalted position.
1t was an innate sense OF respon-
sibility which impelled me to steal
away on the third night after DICK
son had gone to sea with his sick
wards. Packing my light kit bun
died up what remained and left 1t
labeled to follow me in the Mary Ann
when the visiting directors returned to
Ketchikan. My note to them did not
create a favorable impression OF my
effectiveness to their distressed bust
ness.
Gentlemen: AS I may serve you
more by finding DR.. Dickson than by
remaining in camp, have left some
of my duf1le to accompany you on
your voyage to Ketchikan. / am
cruising down the bay to hunt for him
and for-bears. While sailing. please
look for my fire and freshly-blazed
spruce on your port side. Kindly blow
the launch whistle every two miles
down. ought to be from six to eight
miles south on the west coast OF
Prince of Wales Island"
From the doctors shack appro
priated his rife, supply of ammuni
ton and such medicines AZ thought
he might need; also I took some
Scotch whisky, and brandy. pies and
tobacco. a cot, tent and bedding. .
stove. shotgun and shells. field glass
disinfectants, and all the provisions
could induce the cook to hand out.
One Of the squaw's babies had diei
IN the day following their rough voy
age from the mine And the othe1
little varmint," said Dickson softly
will pass in his checks presently. Thu
souaw1l pull through II the buck DON
Law down this week. I'm goin' t
stand by the case while longer !
YOU say the boss isn't cussin' Of me.
Early the next day we heard tn
siren of the Mary Ann. The launcl
was sailing down the bay. What
said to the rubicund and pudgy Doc
and Just what he said to me as b
stood on twenty yards or so with eye
of greater eloquence than his quain
tongue had ever known, doesn't ma
ter here and now. Suffice 1t that
, made my short but tangled way to tn
! shore alone, stood under Docs pin
, shirt and near the fat new blaze an
; waited for the Mary Ann. Her pirat
, captain. seeing me waving sma
, | birch specialization, stopped his el
CINE and drifted as close as he deeme
; prudent. In a few moments the launc