Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1913-01-28

uous life hasn't hurt his health
Watson is fussy about hearts and
lungs"
That's the least of my troubles,
replied Williamson. Van Dorn's an
athlete and "a first-class risk. There's
nothing the matter with Van Dorm. y
And yet, Trudeau, the guide, far up
in the Minnesota woods, looked at the
young man and wondered if there
wasn't something the matter with
Van Dorm. They had come by the old
| "tote-road" to the deserted lumber
camp, armed and equipped to hunt
deer. Most young men in Van Dorn's
situation were keen-eyed, eager for
the trail and the chase-at least I'M
| til tanned by WEAKNESS. But Van
Dorm was like somnambulist Once
Trudeau had left him behind on the
road, and on retracing his steps to
| find him, had discovered him stand
ing by the path, gazing. at nothing,
| his lips slowly moving as if repeat
| ing something under his breath-and
he had started as if in fright at Tr'l-
deau's hail. He had been careful to
give Trudeau his card, and admon-
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careless Of all opportunities of fol
flowing up the acquaintance. Most OF
these city hunters were anxious to
talk; but what troubled Trudeau was
the manner in which Van Dorm sat
by the fire, wrote in a book from
time to time, and gazed into the
flames. Now that they had reached
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.
'I'll fix up camp" said he. IF you
like, you hunt. Big party Chicageau
men ove' by lake-keep othe' way"
How far to their camp" asked
the fire-gazer.
Bout two mile" answered Tru-
deau.
Chicago menu" 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 Lorie-big man."
+ Colonel Loree! From Chicago?"
cried Van Dorm.
"Oui, yes!.. replied Trudeau "You
know heem?'
NO" S; d 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. It was lined with red
flannel. He held it up and looked at
it f1xedly. Trudeau started as it met
his gaze, and he came up to Van
Dorm and pointed at the garment.
"You wear zat?' asked he
"Yes," said the other. "It's a good
warm jacket"
"a man wat wear deerskin
zhaquette," said Trudeau, Gin zese
wood, in shooting seasone, sartaine
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 Tru-
deau. zen you are choking wiz me.
ese huntaire sink brown cloth coat,
gray coat, black coat, anysing Eat
moves-she sink zem every time a
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 zhaquette domn-fooi
thing"
''It goes either side out" said the
hunter. 81 can turn it, you know
Il turn heem! | turn heem!" said
Trudeau. suiting the action to the
word. Red is bettaire, by gosh-in
xese wood"
Trudeau watched his companion as
he made his laborious way through
the cutover chaos until he disappear