The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1913-09-04


IL the activities OF the little arcti
mining camp were paralyzed
Events invariably ceased thei
progress and marked time wheI
George became excessive, and nov
aothing OF public consequence stirred
except the quicksilver, which was re
firing fearfully into its bulb al the
song OF the wind which came racing
over the lonesome. bitter. Dorthward
waste OF tundra.
He held the center of the floor at
the Northern club and proclaimed his
modest virtues In voice as pleasant
as the cough OF bull walrus.
.Yes. me-little Georgie. did It.
I've licked 'em all from Herschel Is
land TO Dutch Harbor. big uns and
little uns When they didn't suit
made EN- over I'm the boss car
penter OF the arctic. and | own this
camp: don't |. slimy Heyy Answer
mel" be roared az the emaciated bear
er OF the utle whose attention seemed
wandering from the inventory of
Georges startling traits toward card
game.
Sure ye do" uervously smiled Slim.
frightened out OF heart solo as he
returned TO his Surroundings.
"Well. then. listen to what I'm say
ing I'm the big chief OF the village.
and when I'm stimulated and happy
them fellers ! don't like hides out aud
lets me and nature operate things
Amt that rightY" He glared inquir
ingly at his friends.
Red. the proprietor. explained over
the bar In 3 whisper TO Captain. the
new man from Dawson: That's Big
George. the whaler He's squaw
man an sort of hully see? When
he's sober he's on the level strickly.
an we all likes him tne. but when be
gets TO lighting the pain killer he amt |
altogether gentleman VIII he fight
--oh. will he hghtl Say. he's there
with chimes. he is! Why. Doc Mil !
ler's made a grub stake rebuilding |
fellers that's had a lingering doubt
cached away about that. an now when
he gets the booze up his nose them
patched up guys oozes away an hiber-
mates iii the gas dies out In him. Aft
erward he's sore on himself an apoi-
ogizes TO every body Don't get into no
trouble with him. cause he's two
checks past the limit They don't
make 'em as bad as him any more.
He busted the mold"
George turned and. spying the new
conner. approached. eying him with
critical disfaror.
Captain saw a bearlike figure. clad
cap-a-pie In native fashion. Reindeer
pants. with the hair inside. clothed
legs like rock pillars. while out of the
loose squirrel parka a corded neck
rose, brown and strong. above which
darkly CLEANED a rugged face scanned
and Scared by the hate OF arctic win.
ters He had kicked OF his deerskin
socks and stood barefooted on the
cold and drafty floor while the poison
be had imbibed showed only In his
heated face. Silently he extended
cracked and hardened hand. which
closed like the armored claw OF a crtIs-
.acean and frightened on the crunchlng
ingers OF the other Captains express
don remained unchanged. and. gradu-
lily siackening his grip. the sailor
oughly inquired:
"Where'd you come fromr
Just GOT In from Dawson yester-
ay.' politely responded the stranger
Wei. what're you going to do now
ou're hereY' he demanded
stake some claims and 70 to pros
Getting, ! guess You see, wanted |
D get In early before the rush next |
pring"
"oh. | s'pose you're going to jump !
ome OF our ground. hey2 Wen. you
int! We don't want no claim jump Z
n here" disagreeably continued the
canaan I'VE won't stand for IL. This
my cnmp-seer | own It. and these
my little children" Then, as the
her refused to debate with him, he
'sumed. cropping for a new ground OF ,
tack.
Say. I'll bet you're one OF them
idicated dudes. too. amt you? You VI
Tx IKE Teller that had been to col
ge. and. as the other assented. he OF
ornfully called TO his friends. say re,
z: Look here. felers. Pipe the go
llytsh. ! never see one OF these -
ne animals that was worth a cuss.
hey plays football and smokes Gig we
eets at school; then when they're a
eaned they come Off up here and ms
mp our claims cause we can't write sw
location notice proper. They amt nk
} good. guess I'll stop IT." in.
Captain moved toward the door. but DO
e whaler threw his bulky frame at
ainst it and scowlingly blocked the a
ay. in
No. you don't You amt going to ga
n away till I've had the next dance. sol
lister Eddicaton. Humph! amt WI
gun to tell you yet what useless tor
tie barnacle you are" ice
Red interfered, saying: Look ere, a
gorge. this guy amt no playmate of vol
urn Wen all have jolt of this BILE
'turbance promoter and call it on" wa