Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1911-03-03
salary than take that sledge ride again
You won't mind, will you?" .

salary than take that siedge ride again.
You won't mind, will your"
Rowland hunched his shoulders.
ITO be honest. Gregson. / don't be-
iieye you'd be particularly cheerful
company. What sort of fellow is the
driver?"
we call him ~Jaekpine-a Cree In
dian-and he's the one faithful slave
of Thorne and myself at Wekusko.
Hunts for US, cooks for us. and watches
after things generally. You'll like him
all right
Rowland did. When they went out
to the sledge after breakfast he gave
Jackpine a hearty grip of the hand
and the Cree's dark face lighted up
with something like pleasure when he
saw the enthusiasm in the young en-
gineer's eyes. When the moment for
parting came Gregson pulled his COM
panion a little to one de. His eyes
shifted nervously and Rowland saw
that he was making a strong effort TO
assume an indifference which was not
at all Gregson's natural self
Just a word, Rowland" he said.
You know this is a pretty rough
country UP here-some tough people in
1t. who wouldn't mind cutting a mans
throat or sending a bullet through him
for a good can of dogs n a rifle.
I'm just telling you this so you'll be
on your guard. Have Jackpine watch
your camp nights"
He spoke in q low voice and cut him
self short when the Indian approached.
Rowland seated himself in the middle
Of the six-foot toboggan, waved his
hand to Gregson. then with a wild hal
loo and a swapping of his long caribou
gut whip Jackpine started his dogs on
a trot down the street, running close
beside the sledge. Rowland had light
ed a cigar. and leaning back in
a soft mass of urs began to en-
Joy his new experience hugely. Day
was just fairly breaking over the forests
when they turne1 into the white
trail, already beaten hard by the
passing of many dogs and sledges,
that led from LIE Pas for a hundred
miles to the camp on the Wekuskl.
AS they struck the trail the dog
strained harder at their traces, VITA
Jackpine's whip curling and swapping
yer their backs until they were leap
ing swiftly and TIL unbroken rhythm
of motion over the now. Then tn,
Cree gathered in his whip and ran
close to the leaders TANKS, his mecca
sined feet taking the short. gu ok. light
steps Of the trained fores runner. his
chest thrown a little out. his eyes on
the twisting trail ahead. 1t vas a glo-
rious ride. and in the ex~hilaration of It
Rowland forgot to smoke the clear that
he held between his fingers. His blood
thrilled TO the t~ireless effort of the
grayish-yellow pack of magnificent
brutes ahead of him: he watched the
m%uscular PLAY of heir backs and legs.
the eager o~ut-reaching Of their wolish
heads. their half-gaping jaws, and from
them he looked at Jackpire TIL re was
no effort in hts rum ng. His tflok he'll
swept back from the gray of his cap;
like the dogs. there was music in his
movement. the beauty of strength. OF
endurance, OF manhood born to the for
ests. and when the dogs finally stopped
the foot of a huge ridge. painting
and half exhaused Rowland quickly
leaped from the sled@e and for the FIRST
time spoke 10 the Indian.
That was glorious. Jackpinei~ he