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

light down the creekr Then.
breathing IL prayer of thankfulness. the
boy sat up and looked about him THE
long night is over ut last. and | am
alive" he said and congratulated him
self.
How did you sleep?" asked the su.
pevisor.
First rate-at least during the latter
part of the night" Wayland briskiy
lied.
That's good. | was afraid that Ad-
irondack bed of yours might let the
white wolf in
MY blankets did seem a tritie thin"
confessed Norcross.
ut doesn't pay to sleep cold" the su-
persisor went on. "A man wants to
wake up refreshed. not tired out with
lighting the night wind and frost
always carry IL good bed"
1t was instructive to see how quietly
md methodically the old mountaineer
went about his task of getting break
fast. First he cut and laid 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 smoth-
cred cry. half yawn. half complaint
came from the tent "Oh, hum! Is 1t
morning." inquired Berrie
Morning" replied her father. Its
going toward noon. You get up OF
you'll have no breakfast"
Thereupon Wayland called: Can |
get you anything. Miss Berrie? Would
| you like some warm water?'
what for?' interposed McFarlane
before the girl could reply.
ITO bathe in" replied the youth.
ITO bathe in. If 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. | reckon
| lie thinks I'm boy''
"Hot water is debilitating and very
bad for the complexion" retorted her
| father. lice cold water is what you
need. And if you don't get out O. there
in five minutes I'll 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 bur.
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 a spectral mist was rising. a
| light veil, through which the stupen-
dous cliffs loomed 5000 feet in height
darkly shadowed. 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
i 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 a wonder you lived to tell of II" !"
she retorted. and took the pan away
from him. "That's another thing you
must iearn," 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 at 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
satisfying elements Of picnic. 1t
seemed that nothing remained to do.
But McFarlane said. We'll. now you
youngsters wash up and pack while
his saddle and bride on his shoulder
he went away down the trail.
Under Berries direction Wayland
worked busiiy putting the camp equip
ment in proper parcels, taking no spe
cial thought of time till the tent was
down and folded. the panniers filled
and closed and the fire carefully cover
: ed Then the girl said: Il hope thu
horses haven't been stampeded. There
are bears in this valley, and horses arr
:. afraid of bears Father ought to hav,
been back before this. hope the,
haven't quit rs.
shall | go and see?"
NO. he'll bring 'em if they're in th'
land of the living. He picketed BIZ
: saddle horse. SO he's not afoot No
|, body can teach him anything abou
! trailing horses. and. besides. you nigh
get lost You'd better keep close t
: camp"
Thereupon Wayland put aside all re
!, sponsibility. Let's see if we can cate
some more fish" he urged.
To this she agreed. and together the
/ went again to the outlet Of the iakt
where the trout could be seen dartin
:, 20 and fro on the clear. dark food. an
there cast their flies till they had $,
cured ten good sized fish.