Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1916-08-22

shore so as TO keep safely together.
the word being passed back down the
line, and as we drew nearer | became
aware that D'Artigny's boat had
turned about and he was endeavoring
to induce Cassion to go ashore and
make camp before the storm broke.
The latter, however. was obstinate.
claiming we were close enough for
safety, and finally. in angry voice. in
sisted upon proceeding on our course.
D'Artigny, evidently feeling argu-
ment useless, made no reply, but l
noticed he held back his paddles and
permitted Cassion's canoe to forge
ahead. He must have discovered that
was not with monsieur, for | saw
him stare intently at each of the other
canoes, as though to make sure of my
presence. shading his eyes with one
hand, as he peered through the thick
ening mist. This action evidenced the
first intimation l had for days of his
continued interest in my welfare, and
my heart throbbed with sudden pleas
ure. Whether or not he felt some pre-
monition Of danger. he certainly spoke
words of instruction to his Indian pad
dlers, and so manipulated his craft as
to keep not far distant although slight
| ly farther from shore, than the canoe
| in which / sat.
Cassion had already vanished in the
| fog. which swept thicker and thicker
along the surface of the water, the
nearer boats becoming mere indistinct
shadows. Even within my own canoe
the faces of those about me appeared
gray and blurred, as the damp vapor
| swept over us in dense clouds. 1t was
CHASTITY scene, rendered more awe
some by the glare of lightning which
seemed to split the vapor, and the
sound of thunder reverberating from
the surface of the lake.
The water, CHASTITY, greenish gray,
heaved beneath, giving us little diff
Guilty, yet terrifying in its suggestion
Of sullen strength, and the shore line
was barely discernible to the left as
we struggled forward. What obstinacy
compelled Cassion to keep us at the
task l know not-perchance a dislike
to yield to D'Artigny's advice-but the
sergeant swore to himself, and turned
| the Prov of our canoe inward, hug
| ging the shore as closely as he dared.
his anxious eyes searching every rift
in the mist.
Yet, dark and drear as the day was,
we had no true warning of the ap-
preaching storm, for the vapor cling
| ing to the water concealed from our
sight the clouds above. When it came
it burst upon us with mad ferocity,
| the wind whirling to the north and
striking US with all the force of three
hundred miles of open sea. The mist
was swept away with that first fierce
gust. and we were struggling for life
in wild turmoil of waters. had
but q glimpse of it-a glimpse of wild.
raging sea; of black, scurrying clouds,
so close above I could almost reach
out and touch them; OF dimly revealed
canoes flung about like chips. driving
before the blast.
| Our own was hurled forward like an
arrow, the Indian paddlers working
like mad to keep stern to the wind,
their long hair whipping about. The
soldiers crouched in the bottom, cling
| ing grimly to any support, their white
faces exhibiting the abasement of fear.
The sergeant alone spoke, yelling his
orders, as he welded steering paddle.
his hat blown from his head, his face
CHASTITY with sudden terror. 1t was but