The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1913-09-27

ab pAululJ IDS disgust Deere0
from the seams In his dark
face. 1t lurked In his scowl and In the
Icurl OF his long rawhide that bit
tamong the sled dogs. SO at least
Thought willard as he chung to the
t%swinging sledge.
They were sklrting the coast, keep
ling TO the glare fee, wind swept and
Iclean, that lay outside the jumbled
lshore pack. The team ran silently 10
fthe free gait Of the gray wolf, romp-
ling In harness from pure Joy OF mo-
tuon and the intoxication OF perfect
life. making the sled runners whine
like the song OF a cutlass.
This route is dangerous, of course,
from hidden cracks In the foes, and
most travellers hug the bluffs, but he
who rides with Pierre "Feroce' takes
chances. 1t was this that had won
him the name of wild" Pierre, the
most reckless, ~tireless man OF the
trails, a scoffer at peril. boiling
through danger with rush and frenzy.
overcoming sheerly by yigor those OBJ
stacles which destroy strong men in
the north.
The power that pulsed within him
cleaned from his eyes, rang in his
song. showed In the aggressive thy1st
OF his sensual face.
This particular morning, however,
Pierre's distemper had crystallized
into a great contempt for his compan-
ion. or all trials the most detestable
;s to hit the trail with half a man, a
nala apoamic usaoL1fpU lilya tblo utrap
ger.
Though modest In the extent OF his
learning, Pierre gloated In a freedom
OF speech the which no man dared
deny him. lie turned TO eye his COM
panion cynically for a second time,
and contempt was patent in his gaze.
willard appeared slender and pallid
IN his furs, though his clear cut fea-
lures spoke a certain strength and
much refinement
bah. I tink you dam poor fellerP'
he said finally. low you going stan
thees trip, eh7 She's need beeg mans,
not leetle runt like you"
Amusement at this f%rankness glim-
mered In Wizards eyes.
You're like all ignorant people.
You think In order TO stand hardship
n man should be able TO toss a sack OF
-four in his teeth or juggle a cask OF
salt horse"
"Sure ting" grinned Pierre. That's
right Look at me. Mebbe you hear
bout Pierre 'Feroce' some time, ehT'
"Ob, yes; everybody knows you,
knows you're a big bully. I've seen
you drink a quart OF this wood alcho-
hol they call whisky up here and then
Jump the bar from a stand. but you're
all animal-you haven't refinement and
the culture that makes real strength.
It's the mind that makes us stand
punishment"
"Ha, ha, haP' laughed the Canadian.
wat a fonny talk! She'll take the
heducate man for stan the col, ehf
Mon Dieu!" He roared again till the
sled dogs turned fearful glances back
ward and bushy tails dropped under
the weight OF their fright. Great
noise came oftenest with great rage
from Pierre, and they had too fire.
ouently felt them both TO forget.
Yes; you haven't the mentality.
Some time you'H use up your physical
and go TO pieces Ike a
burned wick"
Pierre was greatly amused. His vel
low teeth shone. and he gave vent 10
violent mirth as. following the
thought. he pictured a naked mind
wandering over the hills with the
quicksilver at 60 degrees.
Did you ever see a six day race
! OF course not You barbarians haven't
sunk TO the level OF our dissolute
east. where we Joy in Roman spec
tacies. But II you had you'd see it's
will that wins; it's the man that eats
bis soul by inches. The educated
soldier stands the campaign best. You
ron too much to muscle. You're nor
balanced"
Il tink mebbe you'll ave chance for
show i'm. thees stout will OF yours
She's going be long 'mush' troo the
mountains, plentee snow, plentee cold
Although Pierre's ridicule was gall
Ing. willard felt the charm OF the
morning too strongly TO admit OF an
GER or 10 argue his pet theory.
The sun. brilliant and cold, lent q
paradoxical cheerfulness TO the desc.
lation. and. though never a sign OF
life broke the stiffness around them
the beauty OF the scintillant. CLEAN
ing mountains. distinct as canoes, thai
guarded the bay. appealed to him with
the strange attraction OF the a%rctics-
that attraction that calls and calls In
sistently till men forsake Gods coun
try for It's mystery.
He breathed the biting air cleanet
by leagues OF lifeless barrens anC
voids OF cracking frost tin he acheC
with the exhilaration OF a perfec
morning on the Circle.
Also before him undulated The grand
est string Of dogs the coast had known
Seven there were. tall and gray, witt