The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1913-09-06

died around II swarm OF dirt
covered igloos groyel in an ecstasy Of
AMUSEMENT
Many natives crawled out OF these
and stared across the bay as down a
gully came an arctic caravan. men
and dogs. black against the deadly
wilderness. Ahead swung the guide,
straddling awkwarlly on his FIVE foot
webs. while the straining pack pat
tered az his heels. Big George, the
driver, urged them with strong words.
idioms OF the northland. and his long
whip bit sharply al their legs.
His companion, clinging 70 the sled.
stumbled now and then. while his face,
splitting from the snap Of the frost,
was smothered In a muller. Some
times he fell. plunglng into the snow.
rising painfully and grooming with the
misery OF SNOW blindness"
Most there now, Cap. Keep up
your grit"
I'm all right" answered the ar
aicted man YEARLY. Don't mind me-"
George. too. had suffered from the
sheen OF the unbroken Wilderness, and,
while his eyes had not wholly closed,
| he saw but dimly. His cheeks were
grease smeared and blackened with
charred wood to break the snow glare,
but through his mask showed signs Of
suffering. while his bloodshot eyes
dripped scaldlng tears and throbbed
distressfully For days he had not
dared TO lose sight OF the guide. Once
he had caught him sneaking the dogs
away. and he feared he had killed the
man for a time. Now Jaska broke
lures baleful In their injury.
Down the steep bank they slid,
across the bumped up sea Ice at the
river mouth and into the village
At the greeting OF their guide 10 his
tribesmen George started. Twelve
years OF coast life had taught him the
dialect from Point Barrow south, and
be glanced at Captain to find whether
he, too. had heard the message. AS
Jaska handed talisman to the chief
he strobe TO him and snatched IT,
"Ohoi It's Father Orion. is II? D.
himw He gazed at the token. white
spruce chip with strange marks and
carvings.
"what does It mean. GeorgeT said
the blind man.
TITS long story, Charlie. and
black. You should have known II be
fore we started. I'm marked man In
this coast country. It's 0rloffs work,
the renegade! Father he calls him
self-father to these devils he rules
and robs for himself In the name OF
the church. His hate Is bitter. and
he'd have my life II these watery liv-
cred ours didn't dread the sound OF
my voice God help him when we
meet"
lie shook his hairy claws at the hos
tile circle, then cried TO the chief In
the native tongue:
"Oh. Shamanl We come bleeding
and hungry Hunger grips us. and our
bones are stiff with frost. The light Is
gone from my brothers eyes. and we
are sick. Open you the door TO the
mission house that the 'MiDoks' may
rest and grow strong"
The Indians clustered before the
portal. with its rude cross above, and
stared Indignantly while the chief
spoke At the name OF his enemy the
unsightiy eyes OF George cleaned. and
be growled CONTEMPORARY, advancing
among them. They scattered az the
manner OF his coming. and he struck
the padlocked door tin II ratified stiff
ly Then. spying the cross overhead
he lifted up and gripped the wood. IL
came away ripping, aud, with walls
OF rage and horror at the sacrilege,
they closed about him.
Here. Cap! Bust her In quick!
He dragged Captain before the en-
trance. thrusting the weapon upon
him, then ran ferociously among the
people. He snatched them 10 him, cuff.
ing like n bear and trampling them
into the snow. Those who came into
the reach OF his knotty arms crumpled
up and twisted under his feet He
whirled into the group, roaring hoarse
~. his angry. grease blackened face
hideous with rage The aborigine is
not a lighting machine For him the
aide step and counter have no being
They melted ahead OF his blazing
wrath. and he whlsked them. fleeing,
by their garments, 30 that they felt
the stamp OF his moccasiDed heels.
Captain dragged the team within.
and George. following, blocked the
shattered door.
Were safe as long as We stay 10
the church." said be.
fright Of sanctuary, ehf Does u
occur 10 you how we're going TO get
outY'
Never mind. Wen get out some
how said be. and that night as
Charlie Captain. late university man
and engineer. lay with eyes swathed
I'm steaming cloths the whaler spoke
operosely and with the bitterness u
great wrong. -