Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-08-18

D. ASSOAAS ZOE supper tonight or
- 1t going to be them infer
nal fiapjacks AGAIN." asked
Painter from his bunk In the
corner Of the cabin.
Biscuits, reckon, II the sour dough
is old enough" said Boyd. peering into
bucket above the stove Smells all
right Guess we'll have some Of them
petrifed potatoes too. I put 'em to
soak yesterday morning. and they'd
ought to be soft now"
Them Lubekers, made In GERMANY
amt fit for a Siwash," said Painter.
More you soak 'em, ossifeder they
get Lord, I'd give year Of my life
for fresh Irish spudl Say, it's straw
berry time now out'n the States, and
pieplant II up and garden truck Of
air
viii you shut up?" cried the 9TH
er. Amt It bad enough for q man
to be In here eight months with no
mail nor outside news without adding
to his misery BY sicking his stomach
on to him? My gastric nerves gets
plumb hysterical at the thought Of
fresh grub. bat what want most is
news = letters, papers, anything to
break this blamed monotony."
He sliced viciously into q slab Of
bacon.
Don't fry that ons,~ said Painter.
tits pay streaked wadeE'n your thumb
Take that hunk hanging BY tho door.
1t amt quite 80 rusty"
1t was the middle Of May On tho
Yukon, and the snow was melting fast
beneath the warming glances Of the
arctic sun, which daily mounted high
er and traced q wider circle in the
clear sky. Here and there the hills
were barring their shoulders Of their
ermine cloaks. showing dark and raw
against the hollows wherein the matted
drifts chung, while at midday the CUR
gle of laughing streamlets sounded on
the slopes. and the feel Of spring was
everywhere.
The nights were cold, however. and
no sooner had the sun nested in the
ragged mountains across the great val
ley than the chill hand Of the arctic
gripped the landscape and stilled the
vernal sounds.
ut won't be more'n three weeks till
the Yukon breaks, If she's on time"
continued the man In the bunk, sand
two weeks later we'll get mail down
from Dawson"
"Are those svaporated eggs an
gomez" Questioned chs eook. 'Tivo q
dried fruit svseaAsd vegetables. dssic-
Gated eggs 0nd skieeated meats tn
I'm Is arid inside % Death valley On .
hot summer. I've got . drought In my
vitals that booze vaporises against. and
all that'll satisfy It u something fresh
to eat, something with natural Juice
IA It."
a knock sounded sat the door. and q
man came STOPPING into the low cabin.
He gazed doubtfully from one to the
other.
Are you Mr.. Boyd" questioned the
newcomer. Guthrie Boyd, from Ok
lahoma, deputy marshall Yes7 Well,
thought you were bigger man"
He looked critically at the chef with
a disappointed air. Boyd YVES slen-
der. grayish man, with indeterminate 4
age marks and noticeable stoop.
1--WE heard so much about you that
i had you framed up rs pretty size
able customer. Ny name Is White
Captain White Of the steamer Shoot
ing Star-and I'm In trouble"
What Is it?'
you see, I've got 200 passengers
down here at Cochran's Landing in
winter quarters. Last fall left st.
Nfichaels for Dawson with q crowd Of
gold crazy 'Cheechakos,' mad and
trampling each other to get to the
Klondike.
1--WE were heavy loaded and show and
only got as far as Cochrans when she
closed on us and we had to lay up, a
thousand miles from Dawson and far
Their from the mouth of the river.
Eve went into winter quarters, un-
Ioaded ship and stored the grub In
warehouses, and then the trouble be-
gan.
"There's man named Bardell down
there and he's single handed devil.
He's turned those 200 tenderfeet into
q pack of liars, thieves, mutineers and
cutthrOats.
mo sooner had he landed than he
called miners meeting, and they
voted for me to pay all hands dollar
an hour for unloading their own out.
fits OF the boat for safe keeping.
Then ethey voted that, seeing as the
company had agreed to carry 'em to
Dawson. they were entitled to board
till they got there. So they took charge
Of my cargo and have been eating II
all winter, Just gorging on my grub
and saving their own to take up river
in the spring, when It's worth 81 a
pound. And, mind you. every mans
ticket reads that amt responsible for
delays.
II stood pat and wouldn't pay 'em
wages for building their own houses.
but Bardell held me with his gun while
they went through the purser's SAFE"
What was the purser doing" que
ried Boyd "Is he a cripple?'
mo! He's just harmless wart of
q boy that's got a, new wife. and it's
gone to his head. maxim it mushy like
a frost bit persimmon. But listen.
Now they don't want to so to Dawson
at all. Instead they want to go up the
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