The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1913-11-08

cafes.
Mother was worse than silent There
was something about her that scared
me more than anything outdoors. In
the morning her eye KEEP following me
as II to say. go find your father"
Surely II WAS up to me. aud II
wasn't big enough to drive the huskies
or pack fathers gun, thought | could
manage afoot TO tote his fourpound
AK She becltoned me to her and
kissed me-just once in ten years. and
was quick through the door. out OF
reach. lest she should see me mighty
near cryin
II was all very well showing off
brave before mother. but when l got
outside. any excuse would have Deen
enough for going back. wished I'd
left the matches behind, but hadn't.
wished the snow would be too soft.
but II was hard as sand. wished |
wasn't a coward. and the bush didn't
look so wolfy. and what II I met up
with the Eskimo devil! Oh. was
surely the scaredest III boy. and dead
certain I'D get lost. Then I went on
because was going. and there was IA
theirs trail blazed on past Bake-apple
Marsh The way was as plain as
streets, and the sun shining warm as
he looked over into the valley.
Then | saw a mans mitt, an old
buckekin mitt sticking up out OF the
snow. Father had dropped bis mitt.
and without that his hand would be
froze When found him. how glad
he'd be to get It!
But when ! tried to pick II up. 1t
was heavy. Then II came away, and
there was fathers hand sticking up.
1t was dead
or course know I'd ought to bave
dug down through the snow. but
didn't. ! ran for all wan worth.
Then got out of breath and come
back shamed
II wasn't for love Of father. No. I
hated to touch that hand. and when ]
did | was sick Still that was better
than being scared to touch. It's not
so bad when you dare
dug. with snowehoe for q shovel.
There was the buckskin shirt smelling
good. and the long fringes I'd used
10 tickle his nose with-then ] found
his face. just couldn't bear that, but
turnsG my back and dug until came
TO inc great, big, number-four trap he
used for wolf and beaver. He must
have stepped without seeing 1t under
the snow. and 1t broke his leg. Then
he'd tried to drag himself back home.
II was when ] stood up to get
breath and cool of that first seen the
wolf. setting peaceful, Vaughn his tail!
First ! thought he was one Of our
own huskies, but when he didn't know
his name saw for sure he must be
the wolf who lived up 1.-TWO Mile Crick
He'd got poor inspecting fathers bust
ness instead Of minding his own
That's why he was called the Inspec-
tor. II was March, too, the moon of
famine. OF course | threw my ak
and missed His hungry smiles still
thar behind a bush. and me wonder.
ing whether his business is with me
or father. That's why | stepped on
the snow.shoes, and went right past
where he was, not daring to get my
ak. Yes. 1t was me he wanted TO see
first, but of course ! wasn't going to
encourage any animal into thinking
he'd scared man. Why. he'd scarce
have let father even see his tracks for
fear they'd be trapped or shot. So !
walked slow and proud, leadin' him
of from father-at least | played that,
wishing all the time that mothers Ill
boy was to home. After a while |
grabbed down a Topped stick where
father'd blazed. not as fierce as an
ak. but enough to make nee more or
less respected.
The Inspector was bigger than me.
stronger n any man. swifter n any
horse. tell yer the named white wolf
Is wiser'n most people, and but for
eating his cubs. he's natures gentle
man.
The trouble was not him hunting
but me scared. Why. II he'd wanted
me, one fash. one bite. and I'm break.
fast. II was just curiosity made him
so close behind like stealthy shost.
When I'd turn TO show fight, he'd seem
TO apologize. and then I'd 20 Cd whis.
Ting hymn.
Thar he was cached RICH. ahead in
the deadfall, for front view, n I'd
known. But I thrashcd with my stick
In panic. hitting his snout, so he
ye!ped. Then he lost hiE temper. He'd
a sorry. Observation-Disclosures" ex-
precision on him. ran at him, tripped
90 stump. let out yell. and he lcp'
straight at my throat.
And In the middle OF that came
gunshot. a bullet grazed my arm, and
went on whining. Another shot. and
The Inspector ran. Then ! was rub
hing whar the bullet hurt, sort OF
spIky. too. with grievance. when I
was suddenly grabbed and nigh smoth.
cred In mothers arms Shed come
with the team ~ huskies foIlowin' me;
she'd been cunning. too. and sure
had a mighty close call.
Shed no tears left for father, 30
whom ! got through sobbin' we went
10 the body. and loaded II In the 10
rnatik for home. Thars things don't
like 10 tell you.
II wasp't q nice trip exactly. with