The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1918-01-26

But you'd better gift q more likely
caliber Mine1l rip holes through yor
the size Of walnuts."
'Niver fear. It's me own slugs smell
their way with soft noses, an theyI
spread like f"pJacks against the com
In out bcyand. An when'll have the
pleasure OF waitin' on We? The water
holes strikin' locality"
"Tain't bad. Jest be there in an
hour. an you won't set long on my
comm"
Both men mittened and left the post
their ears closed to the remonstrances
or their comrades. 1t was such a little
thing, yet with such men little things
nourished by quick tempers and stub.
born natures, soon blossomed into big
things. Besides, the art OF burning to
bedrock still lay In the womb Of the
future, and the men Of Forty Mile,
shut In by the long arctic winter, grew
high stomached with overeating and
enforced idleness and became as irrita-
BILE as do the bees In the fall Of the
year when the hives are overstocked
with honey.
There was no law In the land. The
mounted police was also thing of the
future. Each man measured an Of
tense and melted out the punishment,
inasmuch as 1t affected himself. Rare
ly had combined action been necessary,
and never In all the dreary history Of
the camp had the eighth article Of the
Decalogue been violated.
Big Jim Belden called an impromptu
meeting. Scruff Mackenzie was placed
as temporary chairman and a messen-
ger dispatched to solicit Father Rou-
beau's good Offices. Their position was
paradoxical and they knew 1t. BY the
right Of might could they interfere to
prevent the duel, yet such action, while
In direct line with their wishes, went
counter to their opinions. While their
rough hewn, obsolete ethics recognized
the individual prerogative Of wiping
out blow with blow, they could not
bear to think Of two good comrades
such as BEETLES and McFane meeting
In deadly battle. Deeming the man
who would not fight on provocation a
bastard, when brought to the test 1t
seemed wrong that he should fight.
But a scurry Of moccasins and loud
cries, rounded or with a pistol shot,
interrupted the discussion. Then the
storm doors opened and Malemute Kid
entered, a smoking Colts In bis hand
and merry light in his eye.
II got him." He replaced the empty
shell and added, your dog, scruff."
yellow Fangr Mackenzie asked.
"No; the lop cared one"
'.The devil! Nothing the matter with
him"
Come out and take look"
THAT'S all right, after all. Guess
he's got 'em too. Yellow Fang came
back this morning and took chunk
out Of him and came near to making
a widower Of me. Made a rush for
Zarinska, but she whisked her skirts
In his face and escaped with the loss
of the same and good roll in the
snow. Then he took to the woods
again. Hope he don't come back.
Lost any yourselfT'
"One, the best one of the pack-Shoo-
KUN. Started amuck this morning.
but didn't get very far. Ran foul of
Sitka Charley's team, and they scat
tered him all over the street And now
two Of them are loose and raging mad.
So you see he got his work In. The
dog census viii be small In the spring
II we don't do something"
"And the man census too"
Flows that? Whose In trouble
now?"
"Oh, BEETLES and Lon McFane had
an argument, and they'll be down by
the water hole In a few minutes to
settle It."
The incident was repeated for his |
benefit, and Malemute Kid, accustom-
ID to an obedience which his fellow
men never failed to render, took charge |
II the affair. His quickly formulated
plan was explained, and they prom
sed to follow his lead implicitly.
$50 you see," he concluded, I'VE do
lot actually take away their privilege
II fighting. And yet don't believe
hey'll fight when they see the beauty
" Tie bthcuic. LAIe u BhLut anu uueu
he gamblers. They'll stake their whole
,ile on the one chance in q thousand.
Take away that one chance and they
won't play"
He turned to the man in charge
4 the post. "Storekeeper, weigh out
hree fathoms OF your best half inch
'We'll establish precedent which
vii last the men Of Forty Mile to the
nd of tme," he prophesied. Then he
oiled the rope about his arm and led
is followers out Of doors. just In time
o meet the principals.
what DANCED right'd he to fetch
ny wife inT' Numbered BEETLES to
he soothing overtures OF a friend.
'Twa'n't called for" he concluded de-
isively. "'Twa'n't called for" he re-
.erated again and again. pacing up
nd down and waiting for Lon Nc
'ane.
And Lon McFane-his face was hot
nd tongue rapid az he Haunted in
direction In the face Of the church.
Then, father" he cried, ats with an
isy heart I'll roll in me fanny blank
ts, the broad Of me back on a bed Of
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