Bonners Ferry herald. [volume] (Bonners Ferry, Idaho) 1904-current, 1917-12-11
CHAPTER VII-Continued.

proffering something, and Kazan
smelled meat. But 1t was the girls
hand that made him tremble and
SILVER and when she drew back, urging
him to follow her, he dragged himself
painfully a foot or two through the
snow. Not until then did the girl see
his mangled leg. In an instant she had
forgotten all caution, and was down
close at his side.
HE can't walk" she cried, q sudden
tremble in her voice. Look, mon pere
Here is q terrible cut. We must carry
him"
II guessed that much" replied Rad
isson. For that reason brought the
blanket. Mon Dieu, listen to that !?
From the darkness of the forest
there came low wailing cry.
Kazan lifted his head and a trem-
bling whine answered in his throat. 1t
was Gray Wolf calling to him.
1t was a miracle that Pierre Raids
son should put the blanket about Ka-
Ean, 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 aft
er little it was the man again who
brought warm water and washed away
the blood from the torn leg, and then
put something on 1t that was soft and
warm and soothing, and finally bound
a cloth about 1t.
All this was strange and new to Ka-
zan. Pierre's hand, as well as the
girls, stroked his head. 1t was the man
who brought him a Cruel of meal and
tallow, and urged him to eat, while
Joan sat with her chin in her two
hands, looking at the dog, and talking
to him. After this, when he was quite
comfortable, and no longer afraid, he
heard a strange small cry from the
furry bundle on the sledge that brought
his head up with jerk.
Joan saw the movement, and heard
the low answering whimper in his
throat. She turned quickly to the
bundle. talking and cooling to 1t as she
took 1t In her arms, and then she
pulled back the bearskin so that Kazan
could see. He had never seen baby
before, and Joan held Ii out before
him, so that he could look straight at
IT and see what wonderful creature IT
was. Its little pink face stared stead
fly at Kazan. Its tiny fists reached
out, and 1t made queer little sounds at
him, and then suddenly II kicked and
screamed with delight and laughed. At
those sounds Kazan's whole body re-
Taxed, and he dragged himself to the
girls feet.
"See, he likes the babyi" she cried.
mon pere. we must give him a name.
What shall 1t be?"
swat till morning for that" replied
the father. "It 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 hand on the tent-fiap, 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 KazaD.
"Wolfl Wolff" 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 1t already" she cried
"Good night, mon PEREZ"
For 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.
"She's calling for you, boy" saic
Pierre Understandings.
He coughed, and clutched hand tc
his breast, where the pain seemed rend
ing him.
'Frost-bitten lung" he said, speak
ing straight at Kazan. SCOT it early il
the winter, up at Fond du Lac. Hope
well get home-in time-with the
kids"
In the loneliness and emptiness o.
the big northern wilderness one falls
into the habit of talking to ones self
But Kazans head was alert, and hi
eyes watchful, so Pierre spoke to him.
"we've got to get them home, ant
there's only you and me to do II, D.