Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1915-09-15

After the supervisor had rolled him.
self in the blanket. long after all
sounds had ceased in the tent, there
still remained for the youth Il score
of manifold excitations to wakefulness
till at last he fell into ar uneasy
browse.
CHAPTER VII.
Storm Bound.
= YAYLANDwas awakened by the
M mellow voice Of his chief call
wv ing: "All out! All out! Day
light down the creek!" Then
breathing prayer Of thankfulness. the
boy sat up and looked about him 1.-The
loug night Is over at last, and l am
alive" he said and congratulated him
self.
"How did you sleep" asked the 81
pervisor.
"First rate-at least during the latter
part Of the night" Wayland briskly
lied.
That's good. was afraid that Ad.
irondack bed Of yours might let the
white wolf In"
my blankets did seem a trihe thin. y
confessed Norcross.
1T doesn't pay to sleep cold" the su.
pervisor, went on. "a man wants to
wake up refreshed. not tired out with
fighting the night wind and frost.
always carry a good bed.'
voo 3~okp,vottxyo tn oo1 hoxr c,,jokIu
and methodically the old mountaineer
went about his task Of getting break.
fast. First he cut and laid a couple OF
eight inch logs on either side of the
fire, so that the wind drew through
them properly; then. placing the Dutch
oven cover on the fire, he laid the bot.
tom part where the flames touched it.
Next he filed his coffeepot with water
and set it on the Goals. From his pan
nier he took his dishes and the flour
and salt and pepper, arranging them
all within reach, and at last laid some
slices Of bacon in the skillet.
At this stage Of the work a smoth
cred cry, half yawn, half complaint
came from the tent. "Oh. hum! Is II
morning?" inquired Berrie.
Morning" replied her father. tits
going toward noon. You get up o,
you'll have no. breakfast"
Thereupon Wayland called: "Can !
get you anything. Miss Berrie? Would
you like some warm waterY'
''What for?" interposed McFarlane
before the girl could reply.
"To bathe ill.," replied the youth.
ITO battle in! II a daughter of mine
should ask for warm water to wash
with I'd throw her In the creek"
Berrie chuckled. Sometimes think
daddy has no feeling for me. I reckon
he thinks I'm a boy"
'Hot water Is facilitating and very
bad for the complexion" retorted her
father. ice cold water is what you
need. And ii you don't get out O. there
in five minutes III douse you with a
dipperful.'
This reminded Wayland that he had
not yet made his own toilet, and. seiz.
ing soap. towel and brushes, he hur.
ried away down the beach. where he
came face to face with the dawn. The
splendor Of it smote him full in the
eyes. From the waveless surface Of
the water spectral mist was rising. a
light veil. through which the stupen-
dous cliffs doomed 5000 feet in height.
darkly Swallowed. dim and far. The
willows along the western marge burn
ed as If dipped in liquid gold. and on
the lofty crags the suns coming Gre
ated keen edged shadows. violet as ink
Truly this forestry business was not
so bad after all. 1t had its compen-
sations.
Back at the campfire he found Berrie
at work, glowing. vigorous, laughing.
Her comradeship with her father was
very charming. and at the moment she
was rallying him on his method of
bread mixing. you should rub the
lard into the -four" she said. Don't
be afraid to get your hands into it
after they are clean. You can't mix
bread with spoon"
Isis. made camp bread for twenty
years afore you were born"
Its wonder you lived to tell Of it."
she retorted, and took the pan away
from him. "That's another thing you
must lenrn," she said to Wayland.
You must know how to make bread.
You can't expect to find bakeshops or
ranchers along the way"
In the heat Of the fire. in the charm
Of the girls presence, the young man
forgot the discomforts Of the night.
and, as they sat q breakfast and the
sun rising over the high SUBMITS flood
ed them with warmth and good cheer
and the frost melted like magic from
the tent, the experience had all the
elements of picnic. 1t
seemed that nothing remained to do.
But McFarlane said, well. now you
youngsters wash up and pack while
l reconnoiter the Stock And with
his saddle and bride on his shoulder
be went away down the trail.
Under Berries direction Wayland
busily putting the camp equip
ment in proper parcels. taking no spe-
cial thought Of time till the tent was
down and folded. the panniers filed