Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1911-06-02

Poor brown devils-and yet-Stand by
now. and If you feel yourself Gavin
bite that cigar like a mink trap and
work away. Mustn't bungle this!"
We remained for a moment in the
shadow of the silent mill to rehearse
the "job" about to be perpetrated.
The Indians rudely-curtained hut win.
dow cleaned family red-a bleared
eye in the dark void. We knocked.
A menacing grunt and a shifting of
moccasined feet withdrawing more
hospitable.
The doctor, with food and medi.
cine. Let me in" We let ourselves
into the hut before the Indian had
arisen from the floor.
The hut reeked with the foul stencil
peculiar to the domestic conditions of
nomad Indians in this region.
We lured the Indian outside. Our
return from pestilence to the cold,
sweet air of the Alaskan forest, intox-
icated me.
The doctor began menacingly
why didn't you ride out on the morn
ing tide? You said you would last
night. You lied and, damn you, en-
dangered the health of the whole
camp. You've got twenty minutes to
paddle of with your family or get
shot"
The Indian replied sullenly as he
moved toward the canoe upon the
beach. "Squaw too sick. Hunt for
meat all day. go when the water
sleeps-mebbe soonly." He turned de-
family with clenched fists.
See here, Thlinkit, you've come
into this camp with what miners
would shoot you for. I've given you
| two days to clear out at the risk OF
injecting our men and wrecking the
mine for three months. I've got
twenty men In the shadow of that
mill ready to pound you into pulp
when my gun barks. You understan'
Now, we'll do this quietly or We'll dc
1t fighting" Saying which the doctor
drew his pistol while I entered the
hut and seized the Indians rifle.
A long dory-like canoe was tori
from the thin ice into which 1t lay
bedded. The brutal duty was under
way.
The squaw, whose disease had ad
vanced to the stage of dessication
opened her terrible eyes-eyes sunk
en- and deliquescent.
Go six miles down the coast; you'll
find fresh water and game a-plenty
Set your traps, and wait for the com
pany's launch to pass on her way out
Paddle out to meet her when you heal
her whistle-four days hence. If yol
attempt to land within this inlet, II
sink your boat with a shct. Now
then, heave off."
Having given his commands, the
doctor joined in some mighty showing
and cussing to get the boat away
the Indians reluctant paddle caugh
the water lazily, and the deeply ladeI
craft OF disease and death, and hatreC
OF the white man, finally pointed he
angular nose toward an unknown ant
doubtful fate. looked around TO
Doc, before setting the hut afire ant
burning the last vestige of the cas-
that had worried him. He was no
ashore. He had vanished like CHOU
from the Indians dying fire. | hel
loed softly, and, gazing toward th
disappearing boat-descried his squa
figure with a paddle in the bow!
Was 1t possible? Yes, there he wa
and from there he called to me thi
weird adieu: Good night. old char
We've done a d-n fine job; but In
going to finish 1t alone. Send cano
after me day after tomorrow. or pic
me up when the Mary Ann puts out t
sea. II I'm infected, III hang m
pink shirt high in a fir tree near tn
beach, and don't you come within
hundred feet OF me. II I'm all righ
I'm get aboard and see you on 70