The Washington times., 1914-07-18

ieIn6l ndp1eSkS again. dshrI
Painter from his bunk in the
Corner ot the cabin.
Biscuits, I reckon, II the sour dough
is old enough" said Boyd. peer:ng Intu
& 81 cket above the stove. Smells al
kr!ght Guess we'll nave some of thsIl
p Titled potatoes. too. l put 'em to
sax Yesterday morning. and they'd
o Fht to be soft now"
ITEM Lubekers, made in Germany.
ant At for a Siwash.' said Painted.
No-e you soak ,em ossifeder they get.
L 4. I'd give year of my life Cor 4
esh -r:sh spud. Say! it's strawberry
tie now out'n the States and pie-oIanF
Is uf and garden truck Of all"
God II mighty; Shut up" cried the
other. Amt it bad enough for a man
g ac in here eight months with no mail.
r., outside news, without adding to has
n,sery by 'sfcing' his stomach on 10
him: Ny gastric nerves gets plumb
| +, ster.caI at the thought Of fresh gruo,
| but what I want most is news-letters.
| r. ers. anything to break this hlaEl FL
? nnUtory.''
He sliced viciously into a slao Of
bacon.
Don't fry that one said Painter.
It's paystreaked wider'n your thumb.
| Ia Ike that hunk hanging by the door;
/ 4; amt quite so rusty"
1t was the middle of May on the
Yukon and the snow was melting fast
tenesth the warming chances of the
A-cric sun which daily mounted higher
and traced wider circle in the clear
*
taring their shoulders Of their ermine
cloaks. showing derk and raw against
the hollow wlsrsfn the matted drifts
clung, while at midday the gurgle OF
laughing streamlets sounded on the
slopes and the feel Of sr-ing was every
here
The nights were cold, however. and
70 sooner had the sun rested in the
ragged mountains across the great CAL
-ey than the chill hand OF the Arctic
G-ipped the landscape and stiIled the
-ernal sounds.
1t won't be more'n three weeks till
The Yukon breaks, If she's on time -
continued the man IN tho bunk. land
tTo weeks later we'll get mail down
from Dawson
Are those eraporated eggs all gone -
ucsticned the cook. I've ct dried
:-uit- evaporated vegetables. desiccated
eggs and exsiccated meats till I'm arid
aside as Death Valley on a hot sum
r-sr. I've got drouth in my vitals that
Sccze varorizes against and all that'll
s-usfy il is something fresh to eat.
tonething with natural Juice in it
A knock sounded at the door and a
nan came STOPPING into the low cabin.
he sazed doubttuIly from one to the
clher. -
Is thi' Mr.. Boyd's cabin:" he in
CURED. Mrs. Frank Boyd"
This <ame.' said the cook sit I'D
snd bk:e soi"e team, I:'s su we've got
eft Look out for your head there.
Tnat ridge, poles kind Of low"
Kind Of low" snorted Painter. BOYD
9uilt this here shack and he was 20
1Irned lazy he got Just high enough 30
he could stand up in the middle. When
want 10 straighten out I have 10 20
10 bed
Yes" answered the other. and
Fainter has wore corn onto his bald
cad butting into that ridge pole. He
ahmed her seven times one day by &C
tIal count. Queer how persevertnz
ONE folks is"
Are you Mr.. Boyd" questioned the
1eTcomer. Guthrie Boyd. from Ok-
lshona. deputy marshal: Yer. Well. l
thought you were a bigger man"
he looked critically at the chef with
4 disappointed air. Boyd was q STEM
der. grayish man, with indeterminate
aKs marks and a noticeable stoop. He
.ooked awkward and clumsy in his
greasy canvas clothes
i've hear so much about you that
lad You framed up as a pretty sizeahle
customer. My name is White. Captain
White. of the steamer Shooting Star
and I'm in trouble"
What is it,"
You see. I've got 200 passengers
aovn here at Cochrans Landing in
inter quarters. Last fall l left St
A-chaels for Dawson with a crowd OF
gold-crazy 'Cheechakos.' mad and tram
pling each other TO get to the Klondike.
We were heavy loaded and SLOW
and only got as far as Cochran's wher
she closed on US and we had to lay
Up. q thousand miles from Dawson, and
further from the mouth OF the river
We went into winter quarters, un.
loaded ship and stored the grub ir
warehouses and then the trouble be.
gan.
There's a man named Bardell dowr
there and he's a singie-handed devil
He's turned those 200 tenderfeet into g
park of liars, thieves, muntineers and
eat threats.
mo sooner had he landed than h.
called q miners meeting and they voted
for me TO pay all hands a dollar ar
hour for unloading their own outfits OF
the boat for safekeeping q
Then they voted that seeing as the
company had agreed TO carry EN- Il
Dawson. they were entitled to board til
they got there. So they took chars,
Of my cargo and have been eating it al