The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1913-04-24

Hall, if he is willing to 60 If you sue
coed, you will save the ship; if you
fail you will have died a nobler death
| than We"
A little later Cockney and Jim Hall,
CARRIED in the winter furs of the Es-
kimos. went over the side of the Nor
whal into the darkness of the Arctic
night before the eyes of the entire
crew. Each man aboard uttered a
| 'goodby and good luck" as the two
figures, the five dogs and the empty
sled disappeared in the gloom toward
| the far mainland over the cherries
/ eXpanse.
Cockney turned his eyes to the heav-
| ems where the aurora hickered and
/ glowed in the silence. Now that he
contemplated it, standing amid the
desolate. cold waste, he had never no.
ticed 1t so beautiful-so cold. The
vast ice fields spread out in their IN
ending miles and the hummock-peaks
showed specter-like in the pale flashes.
The penetrating, chill breath of the
expanse crept around him and stung
the upturned face. Cockney had just
ENERGY from his sleeping bag. He
turned and his glance fell on the sled
loaded with the carcasses of eight car
ibou. This sent the thrill OF encourage
ment through him and awakened him
to action again. He kicked the sleep
ing-bag which contained the great
body of Jim Hall
Come on. jim" he shouted. Come
on out O there and let's be on. We
can't afford to sleep now-now that
we've got the meat and they're needin'
it so bad. They're waitin' for US
We've been gone IA days today. and
they're about all in Twenty miles
more an we're there"
From the bag came a sound like a
groan, but no movement Cockney re-
peated the kicking, increasing the
force. A sense Of fear swept through
his brain.
Cold? Cold?" muttered the big
man, almost inaudibly No, I'm not
cold. I'm jes' gettin' comf'table; jes'
gettin' comttable. Jes a few more min
utes and I'll be with you"
As the slow. telltale words issued
| from the bag, Cockney grabbed a sled
rope-end. The fear in him increased.
Jim was beginning to numb. He had
slept the few hours OF his sleep cold,
and the chill had begun to reach his
veins. Cockney beat the bag heavily
with the rope-end.
Jim, come on out O. there, boy.
What's matter with you anyway?
You amt goin' to let that thing get
you, are you? Get up and shake your
self Come and get your blood
started You amt goin back on your
pal?"
Jim moved drowsily as the rope
beat up and down his body He heard
and the cold-fear took possession of
him for a moment; the fear of the
cold-lethargy. He squirmed out of the
bag and made his feet.
Keep movin' now, boy" cried
Cockney; roll up that bag and put it
on the sled. Here, chew on this hunk
O. meat as we go along. Hang on to
the gee pole and wen be off on the
run"
Cockney thrust a strip Of caribou
meat into the hand of the big man,
and the dogs started at the crack of
his whip.
Over the uneven surface OF the ice
the travelling taxed the energy of both
men and dogs.
Cockney kept up as even a pace as
! the difficult ice would allow and
trudged on, apparently unconscious of
the WEAKNESS which weighed down his
muscles, But the wavering gait of the
big man showed that the frost had en-.
I tered his legs and that the grueling
travel was telling. He chung to the
| gee pole and when his head sagged
/ toward his breast he would catch
himself with quick upward jerks. But
the head sank lower each time, and
/ with the slow coming of the drowsy
WEAKNESS, thirst began to clutch at
/ his throat and the big man began to
/ think of satisfying it.
/ Cockney glanced back at the mo-
ment Hall reached for his second hand
/ full of snow. Hall looked him in the
| eye shamefacedly, but continued to
/ suck in the balance in his mitten.
/ Cockney fell back even with him
| and dashed him with the dog.whfp.
stop it, JIM" he shouted. "Stop
it. you fool! If you want to reach
] the ship, don't touch another pinch of
snow. The frost will get you sure if
you take it. Brace up, man! Don't
commence that kind of thing, now
when we're gettin' so close"
Jim gazed fixedly at the small man.
and in the wilding eyes Cockney read
what he dreaded to see. Jim was
/ getting numb again and was on the
verge of allowing his mind to wan.
/ der. The incessant strain on his over
! taxed muscles was telling. CockDev
continued to lash him with the dog.
whip and the big fellow stumbled aim.
lessly on, clinging with one desperate
| hand to the gee pole.
Cockney kept the dogs straining in
the traces and divided his attention
between them and his companion. AT
every sag of Halls head he piled the
whip across the gaunt shoulders and
around the wavering legs. Once Jim
stopped again, muttering, to take I'D
more snow. Cockney struck his chin
! up with the whip-stock Jim laughed