The state herald. (Holyoke, Logan County, Colo.) 1887-1921, 1914-04-03

sons Bay Company was MIR. Sacrifice
T. Eure. He stood uncovered. and
while his ears froze. spelled his name
to me, explaining that there were two
syllables in "Eure' with accent on the
first. He seemed to convey an offer
Of protection. to claim my friendship.
to take charge Of my affairs, and with
perfect modesty to let me know that
he was competent.
He presented his assistant. led me
to the sleigh, showed Billy where to
stow the luggage. tucked me into some
warm furs, congratulated me on es-
Gaping the local hotels. then bidding
my man and his own to jump in, took
the reins and asked which way we
were going. served as pilot along a
trail Of poignant memories.
We slept that night at Hat Creek
station, where fearful George proved
a most kindly host. He told me OF a
loaded sleigh which had passed last
week on the way to Jesse's ranch. The
teamster was Iron Dale. So far | had
wondered whether my name was
changing letter by letter from Madame
Scotson into Mrs. Grumble. but now
the scent of the pines brought ease
Of mind. and in the great calm Of the
wilderness one Is ashamed to fret.
Our next march brought US rather
late for the midday dinner to Fifty
Nine Mile House. which marks the
summit of the long climb from Ash
croft to the edge of the black pines.
We drove on. freezing. and right
glad was to be welcomed with all
the rudy warmth and kindly cheer Of
Eighty Mile House. There we had
tea, and secured fresh horses for the
last stage Of our journey. learned
also that the driver intrusted by the
Hudson's Bay Company with provi-
sions for Hundred Mile House had
gone off with the team. leaving his
sleigh still loaded In Captain Taylor's
yard.
The malign bush seemed cowed by
sheer immensely OF glittering star
light as we drove on. Only, once | ven
tured to speak. asking Mr.. Eure to
look out for Ninety-Mile House.
Horses accustomed to bait there would
try to stop. did not want to stop.
He nodded assent. and. crouched
down beside him, waited until n
brave red warmth shone out across
the snow from all the lighted win
dows OF Spite House. Mr.. Eure lash
ed his horses. and In a moment more
tvs- To-
Presently we crossed the little shaky
bridge over Hundred Mile Creek.
then swung TO the left into Captain
Taylor's yard. While Tom. the as
sistant, stabbed the team. Mr. Eure and
Billy got snow shovels from the barn.
and hewed on. a way to the deep
drifted door at the near end OF the
building. Presently the Chinese serv-
ant let us In. and | made my way
through the barroom and dining hall
to that far door on the right. How
changed was the grand old Hundred
since days. only five years ago. OF
pompous assizes. banquets. dances.
when these rooms overlooked with
light, warmth. and comfort, now dark.
In Arctic cold. in haunted silence,
crept into the captains room. where.
In an armchair beside the stove. the
old man lay. knelt beside him. TAX
ing his dreadfully swollen hand.
Dear wife" he muttered. whose
wife must have been dead full forty
years. this hulk is going to be laid
up soon, In Rotten Row. Can't all OF
us founder In action"
ran away. But there was much
tn be done. fires. lights. supper. beds.
and the unloading OF the sleigh full
OF hospital comforts. which would set
my patient n great deal more at ease
When ! left my patient. very late
that night. supposing all lucky people
to be In bed. found Mr.. Eure making
himself some tea. Gladly I Joined
him beside the kitchen stove. ever 80
pleased with It's warmth and the tea.
for J was weary. past all hope OF any
sleep. Besides. the poor man was
just dying with curiosity as to our
journey and his engagement na my en-.
gineer. So. for that one and only
1880 WV Ah' sNbif VI S'hn'h lah's
and mine.
And then ! tried TO explain the
scheme which needed his services as
an engineer.
Let's see" he checked my rambling
statement TRY II I've got all that
correct This Cnriboo wagon road
runs from Ashcroft to Qucsnelle. due
north. except mt one point where the
government wouldn't pay for n bridge
across the Hundred Mile gorge.
so at the nlncty.fivc mile post the
road swings eastward Ave miles. pass.
Ing Spite House 10 the, head OF the
gorge. whor. Il crosses Hundred Mile
Creek. right here.
From here the road turns west
again on the north side Of tho gorge.
aud after one mile on tho level, drops
Gown the Hundred Mile nm. which
~ three Miles high. and terror to
navigation.