The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1914-12-31

old Tom was overtaken by one Of his
habitual fits of talking big. Once
when Tom spoke BY the camp fire OF
some lake to which he desired to guide
me and of which he stated that the
shores had never been trodden by
white mans foot Joe had to cover his
mouth with his hand When we We're
alone. Todd having departed to make
some necessary repairs to the canoe.
asked Joe what he meant by laughing
ut bis elders.
II suppose boys foot amt mans
anyways" remarked Joe innocently,
and more he would not say.
The sun was showing over the tree
tops when | drew rein by the door OF
the shack. and at the same moment
came in view Of the slim but power
fui figure of q young man who was
busy rolling some gear into q pack
He raised himself and.sjust as was
| about to speak drawled out:
MY! Mr. Quaritch. you! Who'd a
| thought it,"
| The young woodsman came forward
with lazy stride and gave me vel
come with a curious gentleness that
| was one of his characteristics. but
which left me in doubt as 10 its geni
atty
feel that | shall never be able to
| describe November Suffice it to say
that the loose knit boy | remembered
| had developed into one of the finest
/ specimens of manhood that ever grew
up among the balsam trees; near siS
feet tall, 1.-THE and powerful. with i
neck like column and a straight fea
tured face, the sheer good looks of this
son of the woods were disturbing HI
was clearly also not only the produc
but the master Of his environment
well. well. Mr.. Quaritch, many:
the time I've been thinking of the days
we had with old Tom way up on th'
Roustik.'
| ..They were good days. Joe. weren'
theyy
/ "Sure. sure. they werep'
Il hope we shall have some NOR
together"
IF it's hunting you want, I'm glat
you're here, Mr.. Quaritch. There's {
tlne buck Using around by Widdene.
pond Maybe we will get lock q
him come sunset, for he most alway
moves out of the thick bush abou
dark Then humor lit spark Il
his splendid gray eyes as he looke'
up at me- But we'll have d cup 9
tea first"
November Joe's (by the way, ough
TO mention that his birth In the mont
Of November had given him his name
as | say. November Joe's weakness
for tea had In the old days been
target upon which | had often excl
cised my faculty for irony and banter
The weakness was evidently still alive
, II had hoped to have hunt wit
yoG. November" said /. Indeed. tha
Is what came for. and there's nothin
I'd like better than TO try for your re
deer buck tonight but while | was q
Harding's there was ringup on tn
phone. and the provincial police sen
through message for you. 1t appear
, that d man named Henry Lyon ha
, been shot in his camp at Big Tre
/ portage A lumberman found him an
phoned the news into Quebec. Tn
chief Of police wants you to take 0
] the case. He told me to say that SUI
{ cess would mean $50
. "That's too bad" said Joe. "I'
\ sooner hunt a deer than man an
. day Makes fellow feel less badlik
4 when he comes up with him, Wei
e Mr. Quaritch. ! must be getting OF
t but you'll be wanting another guild
d There's Charley Paul. down to S
8 Amiel'
r Look here. November. | don't wal
$ Charley Paul or any other guide bl
5 you. The fact of the matter is th'
Sir Andrew McLerrick. the great do
Z tor who was out with you last fall. b;
told me that have been OVERRIDING
and must come into the woods for res
:. I've three months to put in, and fro
. all l hear of you yon won't take thr
: months finding out who murders
Lyon"
= Joe looked grave. Il may take mo
: than that" said he. "for maybe
never find out at all. But I'm rig