The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1913-09-18

: Pierre could lay hand upon, fierce an
fearless as their master. He drov
with the killing cruelty of stampedel
and they loved him.
"You say you have grub cached a
questioned Willard.
"Sure! Five poun' bacon. leetl
-four and rice. | cache one gum boot
too. ba! Good thing for make FIR,
queeck, eh?"
"You bet! An old rubber boot come:
handy when it's too cold to make
shayings."
Leaving the coast. they assembled a
deep and tortuous river where the
snow lay thick and soft One man on
snowshoes broke trail for the dogs till
they reached the foothills. IL was
hard work. but infinitely preferable to
that which followed. for now they
came into dangerous stretch of over
flows. The stream. frozen TO Its bed.
clogged the passage of the spring wa
ter beneath, forcing 1t up through
cracks till It spread over the solid ice.
forming pools and sheets covered with
treacherous Ice skins. Wet feet are
fatal to man and beast, and they made
laborious detours. wallowing trails
through tangled willows waist deep in
the snow smother or clinging preea-
riously to the overhanglng bluffs. AS
they reached the rivers source the sky
blackened suddenly and great clouds Of
snow rushed over the bleak hills. boil
ing down into the valley with furious
draft. They flung up their fiimsy tent
only to have 1t flattened by the force
OF the gale, that cut like well honed
steel. Frozen spots leaped out white
on their faces. while their hands stiff
ened ere they could fasten the guy
strings.
Finally. having dashed the tent bot
tom to the protruding willow tops. by
grace of heavy lifting they strained
their tapping shelter up sufficiently to
crawl within.
by gar! She's blow hup YER
queeckw yelled Pierre as he set the
ten pound sheet iron stove. its pipe
swaying drunkenly with the heaving
tent
"Good ting she hit us In the brush"
was distant. and moment later the |
little box WAS roaring with its oil soak
I'd kindlings.
"Will this stove burn green willow
.ops?" cried Willard.
''Surei She's good stove. She'll burn
licicles eef you get i'm start one times.
See I'm get red?
They rubbed the stiff spots from
heir cheeks: then. selling the ak, VIII
ard crawled forth into the storm and
lug at the base of the gnarled bushes.
a shrub assumed the pro-
portions of a mans wrist, but rarely.
Gathering an armful, he bore them in
ide, and, twisting the tips into withes,
lie fed the fire. The frozen twigs siz-
led and snapped. threatening total
Utterly, but with much blowing he sus-
aimed blaze sufficient to melt pot
4 snow. Boiling was out of the ques-
Ion, but the tea leaves became soaked
nd the bacon cauterized.
Pierre freed and fed the dogs. Each
ulped its dried salmon and. curling
q the lee of the tent, was quickly
rifted over. Next he cut blocks from
ne solid bottom snow and built bar
cade to windward. Then he accumu- {
tied a NOW of willow tops without
lie tent fly. All the time the wind
lew down the valley like the breath ,
giant bellows. 1
supper shouted Willard, and as I
ierre crawled into the candlelight he
,und him squatted, fur bundled, over '
lie stove, which settled steadily into 6
lie snow, melting its way downward
ward frmer foundation. {
The heat was insufficient to thaw C
lie frozen sweat In his clothes: his d