Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1915-10-19
CHAPTER vi (Continued.l

HE can't walk" she cried, sudden
tremble in her voice. Look, mon
pere! Here is terrible cut. We
must carry him."
81 guessed that much" replied Rad.
isson. For that reason I brought the
blanket. Mon Dieu, listen to that!
From the darkness of the forest
there came low wailing cry.
Kazan lifted his head and trem-
bling whine answered In his throat IT
was Gray Wolf calling to him.
It was a miracle that Pierre Rad
isson should put the blanket about ka-
zan and carry him in to the camp,
without scratch or bite. 1t was this
miracle that he achieved, with Joan's
arm resting on Kazan's shaggy neck
as she held one end Of the blanket.
They laid him down close to the fire,
and after little 1t was the man again
who brought warm water and wasned
awav the blood from the torn leg, and
then put something on 1t that was
soft and warm and soothing, and nm
allv bound a cloth about 1t.
All this was strange and new to IA
ian. Pierre's hand, as well as the
girls, stroked his head. 1t was the
man who brought him a cruel OF meat
and tallow, and urged him to eat, while
loan sat with her chin in her Two
hands, looking at the dog, and talking
10 him. After this, when he was quite
comfortable, and no longer afraid, ne
heard strange small cry from the
furry bundle on the sledgee tnat
brought his head up with jerk.
Joan saw the movement and heard
the low answering whimper In MS
throat. She turned quickly to the
bundle, talking and cooling to it as she
took It in her arms, and then she pull
ed back the bearskin so that Kazan
could see. He had never seen a baby
before and Joan held It out before him
so that he could look straight at it and
see what a wonderful creature 1t was.
It's little pink face started steadily at
Kazan. It's tiny fists reached out, and
II mede queer little sounds at him and
then suddenly it kicked and screamed
with delight and laughed. At those
sounds Kazan's whole body relaxed,
and he dragged himself to the girls
feet
See, he likes the baby!' she cried.
sMon mere, we must give him name.
What shall It be-"
wait till morning for that" replied
me father. 1T is late. Joan. Go into
the tent, and sleep. We have no dogs
now. and will travel slowly. So we
must start early"
With her band on the tent flap Joan
turned.
"He came with the wolves" she said
LET us call him Wolf" With one arm
she was holding the little Joan. The
other she stretched out to Kazan.
"Wolf! Wolf" she called softly.
Kazan's eyes were on her. He knew
that she was speaking to him, and he
drew himself a foot toward her
"He knows it already" she cried.
Good night, mon pere."
For a long time after she had gone
into the tent, old Pierre Radisson sat
on the edge of the sledge. facing the
fire. with Kazan at his feet. Suddenly
the silence was broken again by Gray
VOLTS lonely howl deep In the forest.
Kazan lifted his head and whined.
Shes calling for you, boy said
Pierre Understandings.
He coughed and clutched hand to
his breast, where the pain seemed
rending him.
Frost bitten lung he said speak
Ing straight OF Kazan Got it early in
the winter, up at Fond du Lac. Hope
Well get home - in time with the
kids
In the loneliness and emptiness Of
the big northern wilderness one falls
into the habit of talking to ones self.
But Kazan's head was alert, and his
eyes watchful, so Pierre spoke to him.
We've got to get them home. and
there's only you and me to do it." he
said, twisting his beard. Suddenly he