The Fargo forum and daily republican. [volume] (Fargo, N.D.) 1894-1957, 1913-10-16

he is scratched and bruised by briars
and underbrush in which he has lived
for sixty days. He is tanned like an
Indian, almost black.
Over his tanned neck and rms was
q black bear skin, cleVerly fastened
with thongs Of deerskin. His trousers
were of deerskin, made Indian fash
ion, with the hair inside. His feet
were encased in m~occasins of buck
skin, sewed with sinew. He wore no
hat, no sleeves, no underwear.
On his back was a knapsack of
woven lining bark. 1t was filed with
trophies from the forest. Slung over
his arm were his bows n arrows.
Sheathed in buckskin. a crude knife
of horn hung from his belt.
Nobody There to Meet Him.
Just as the sun after a three-days'
absence, poked it's warm rays through
a rift of cloud shortly after 4 o'clock
Saturday, Knowles came forth from
the Canadian wilderness fourteen
miles south of Megantic, on the rail-
road track of the c.. p. r., like a man
who had travelled back to civilization
from a land Of hundreds of centuries
ago
No human being was there to greet
him, but a dozen miles away a dozen
Pal lies were SCOuIlIlS ZIG inherent
points along the Lake Megantic shores
In search Of him. In those parties
were prominent men of Maine and Of
Canada joining hands in the plans to
welcome him back to the world and
it's people.
One little girl, Frienie Gerard, of
Lake Megantic, a 14-year-old child of
the woods, was the first privileged
person to greet him. She had wander
ed far out of the town, down the
track where the houses were left be-
hind and where gaudily colored au-
tumn trees swept the unbroken line
on either side.
And then she stopped suddenly and
gazed ahead. Walking toward her
with long swinging strides came a
creature of fur, came a different ami
NAL than she had ever seer before.
She did not run. for somehow she
afterwards explained, she thought it
was a strange man, in spite Of the
fact that in the distance the figure ap-
pveared like a great bear.
Figure Out Of Stone Age.
She saw a figure, not Of Rip Van
Wrinkle nor the Robinson Crusoe type,
but a man-Hke creature whose black
ened cheeks and arms showed in
strange contrast to a sweeping tunic
Oh Dlack Iur ana Wild animal ski
trousers of a lighter brown
Only a nose and a pair of blue eyes
could be seen peering from out a mass
of black and gray hair and beard. His
left shoulder, dark as a coffee bean,
showed mighty power behind it. And
the child Of IA, wild eyed, stared
at him and into her mind came the
memory of a picture of a man Of the
stone age in a history book.
Knowles, who had been walking
deep in thought with his head down,
suddenly saw her. It was a human
being. Something within rose and
forced a Cry from his throat, and
kindly tears into his eyes,.
He sfniled and the girl saw the gold
in his teeth flash. ""He is a real man.
she said to herself.
Hello, little girl" greeted Knowles
in a tone nothing sort of reverent.
Hello" stammered the girl, brave
~.
where is Megantic?' A musical
flow of words followed, but they were
English. However, they were
wonderful words to Joe Knowles.
He was hungry for just such words
literally starving for them, and he
understood 81 little French. Again
he listened while the girl talked, She
had faced about and vas walking by
his side.
He saw e cycling his queer pack
of bark containing his trophies. Then
her eyes travelled to the long, sweep
ing bow in his hand, which he used
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