Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1913-09-26

N0Nub WooA Tic mduuST III WHICH van
Dorm sat by the fire, wrote in book
from time to time, and gazed into
the flames. Now that they had reach
ed the old camp, Trudeau hoped that
actual hunting would bring to his
mans eyes the fire of interest in the
thing he had come so far to enjoy.
"Ill fix up camp" said he. 'If you
like. you hunt. Big partie Chicageau
men owe by lake-keep othe' way
How far to their camp?" asked the
flre-gazer.
"'Bout two mile" answered Tru-
deau.
Chicago men? Queried Van Dorm,
How many?"
"Mebbe ten," answered Trudeau;
'mebbe six. She have car on track
down at depot. Big man-come ev'ry
wintaire. jacques Lacroix guide heem,
Colonel Loire Big mani"
Colonel Loree! From Chicago?"
cried Van Dorm.
"Oui yes." replied Trudeau. "You
know heem?"
NO." said Van Dorm.
| The man who did not know Loree
went to his knapsack and took out a
jacket made Of deerskin tanned with
the hair on. 1t was lined with red
flannel. He held it up and looked at
it fixedly. Trudeau started as it met
his gaze, and he came up to Van
Dorm and pointed at the garment.
| you wear zat?" asked he?
eyes," said the other. tits a good
warm jacket"
"A man wat wear deerskin
zhaquette," said Trudeau. "in zese
wood, In shooting seasone, sartaine
go home in wooden oye'coat-sure's
hell!"
ooh, guess there's no danger!"
said Van Dorm. his lips parting with a
mirthless smile.
"Non?" queried Trudeau. You ben
| in zese woods before?''
ooh, yes!" replied Van Dorm. Lots
of times!"
''Zen you know" asserted Trudeau.
zen you are choking wiz me. Zese
huntaire sink brown cloth coat, gray
coat, black coat, anysing Eat moves
she sink ZEN every time deer. Las
wintaire lots men killed for deer. Pete
| st. Cyr's boy kill deer, hang heem in
| tree, and mex morning take heem on
| back an tote A city huntaire see deer
hide wiz hair on moving, an BIN!
sof' nose bullet go throo deer. throo
Pete st. Cyr's boys head! Eat
| Janou.fO01 fhinCfp
cit goes either side out" said the
hunter. 81 can turn it, you know
Il turn heem! I turn heem!" said
Trudeau, suiting the action to the
word Red is bettaire, by gosh-in
zese wood"
Trudeau watched his companion as
he made his laborious way through
the cutover chaos until he disappear
ed; but he did not see him pause
when out of sight of camp, and turn
toward the lake.
| 81 would rather it were any one
else" said Van Dorm, as if to some
thing that walked by his side; "but
what difference does It make? Why
not let him finish his work?"
The sheer difficulty Of the country
brought back to Van Dorm something
like the forester's alertness. The lust
for lumber had ravaged the spiry for
est, and left, inextricably tangled, the
wrecks of the noble trees--forest
maidens whose beauty had been their
destruction; only the crooked and
| ugly having escaped. SO deep and COM
pick was the wreckage that it seemed
like the spilikins of giants game of
| ck-straws-gnarled logs, limbs like
chevaux-de-frise, saplings and under
brush growing up through chaos.
And spread over and sifted through all
was the snow, as light as down.
Van Dorm must have told the truth
as to his former visits; for he went
on like one used to this terrible
maze. Nowhere could he take three
steps straight forward: 1t was always
climbing up, or leaping down, or going
around, or crawling under. Here thick
leaves upheld the snow, and in the
dry pine straw on the ground he could
hear the forest mice rustic and scurry.
There a field was smoothed over by
the snow, as trap is hidden by SAND,
covering debris just high enough to
imperil the limbs of the pedestrian.
Yonder was a tamarack swamp too
thick to be pierced: and everywhere
| it was over and under and up and
down. and desperately hard, for miles
and miles, with no place for repose.
He gazed away over the strange
abomination of desolation, blindly re-
| fecting on mans way of coming, do
| ing his worst, and passing on with
stated appetite, leaving ruin-as he
had done here. He wondered why
that tall tract of virgin pine over at
the right had been allowed to escape,
standing against the sky like black
wall, spiked with tall rampikes. He
stared fixedly at the snow. the blue
shadows, the black pines. somnambu-
listic again.
| To the something that seemed to
walk by his side, he spoke OF these
th,r0e as 81 il had been visible.