The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1915-08-12

ueal thunder broke from the high
crags above the lake. and the girl call
ed out:
Quick. It's goin. to rain. We
must reset the tent and get things un-
der cover"
Once more he was put to shame by
the decision. the skill and the strength
with which she went about re-estab-
fishing the camp. She led. he followed
in every action In ten minutes the
canvas was up. the beds rolled. the
panniers protected. the food stored
safely But they We're none too soon.
for the thick gray veil of rain which
had clothed the loftiest crags for half
ali hour swung out over the water.
teaden gray under it's folds. and with
roal which began in the tall pines.
roar which deepened. hushed only
when the thunder crashed resounding-
ly from crag to crest. the tempest fell
upon the camp and the world of sun
and odorous pine vanished almost in
stantly. and dark. threatening and
forbidding world took its place.
But the young people. huddled close
together beneath the tent. would have
enjoyed the change had it not been for
the thought of the supervisor. Il hope
he took his slicker" the girl said be-
the lightning. Its raining hard up
there
How quickly it came. Who would
have thought it could rain like this
after SO beautiful a morning.?
1t storms when it storms in the
Elountains." she responded with the
sententious air of her father You
never can tell what the sky is going
to do UP here 1t is probably showing
OH the high divide. Looks now as
though those cayuses pulled out some
time in the night and have hit the trail
for home That's the trouble with stall
fed stock They'll quit you any time
they feel cold and hungry Here comes
| the hail!'' she shouted as a sharper.
| more spiteful roar sounded far away
and approaching Now keep from
| underp'
What will your father do?" he
| called
Don't worry about him. He's at
home any place there's tree. He's
| probably under balsam somewhere.
waiting for this ice to spill out The
only point is. they may get over the
divide. and if they do it will be slip.
perry coming back"
For the first time the thought that
the supervisor might not be able to re-
turn entered Wayland's mind. but he
said nothing of his fear,
| The hail soon changed to snow,
great. clinging, drowsy. soft. slow
moving fakes. and with their coming
came as silent as grave of bronze
| Nothing moved save the thick falling
feathery, frozen vapor. and the world
was again very beautiful and very
mysterious.
I'VE must keep the fire going" warn
ed the girl. 1T will be hard to starr
after this soaking"
/ He threw upon the fire all of the
wood which lay near, and Berrie, TAX
ing the Ak, went TO the big fir and
began to chop off the dry branches
which hung beneath. working almost
as effectively as man. Wayland in
sisted on taking turn with the tool
but his efforts were so awkward thai
she laughed and took it away again
You'll have to take lessons in swing
ing an AK" she said. That's part oi
the job
/ Gradually the storm lightened. thu
snow changed back into rain and final
~ to mist. but up on the heights tn,
clouds still rolled wildly. and through
their openings the white drifts bleak,
shone.
Its all in the trip" said Berrie
You have to take the weather as I
comes on the trail" AS the storm les
sened she resumed the business o