The Green Forest tribune., 1918-02-08

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 dom of the trail as did he :; but he alone knew the white mans wisdom, the honor of the trail, and the law. But these things had not come to him in day. The aboriginal mind is slow to generalize, and many facts, repeated often, are required to compass an understanding. Sitka Char ley, from boyhood, had been thrown continually with white men, and as a man he had elected to cast his for tunes with them, expatriating himself once and for all, from his own people. Even then, respecting, almost vener- ating their power, and pondering over It, he had yet to divine it's secret es- sence-the honor and the law. And it was only by the cumulative evidence Of years that he had finally come to understand. Being an alien, when he did know he knew it better than the white man himself being an Indian, he had achieved the impossible.
 And of these things had been bred a certain contempt for his own people "a contempt which he had made 1t a custom to conceal, but which now burst forth in polyglot whirlwind of curses upon the heads of Kah-Chucte and Gowhee. They cringed before him like a brace of snarling wolf dogs, too cow ardly to spring, too wolfsh to cover their fangs. They were not handsome creatures. Neither was Sitka Charley. All three were frightful looking There was no flesh to their faces their cheek bones were massed with hideous scabs which had cracked and frozen alter their eyes burned luridly with the light which is born of desperation and hun ger. Men so situated, beyond the pale of the honor and the law, are not to be trusted. Sitka Charley knew this; and this was why he had forced them to abandon their rifles with the rest of the camp outfit ten days be- fore. His rifle and Captain Epping- wells were the only ones that re- mained.
 Come, get a fire started,a he com handed, drawing out the precious match box with its attendant strips of dry birch bark.
 The two Indians fell sullenly to the task of gathering dead branches and underwood. They were weak, and paused often, catching themselves, in the act of stopping, with giddy motions, Cfn %a af tions with their knees shaking like castanets. After each trip they rested for a moment, as though sick and dead 1y weary. At times their eyes took on the patient stoicism of dumb suffer- ing; and again the ego seemed almost bursting forth with it's wild cry, q, I, want to exist !'-the dominant note of the whole living universe.
 A light breath of air blew from the south, nipping the exposed portions of their bodies and driving the frost, in needles of fire, through fur and flesh to the bones. So, when the fire had grown lusty and thawed a damp circle in the snow about it, Sitka Charley forced his reluctant comrades to lend a hand in pitching fly. It was prim- itive affair, merely blanket, stretched parallel with the fire and to windward of it, at an angle of perhaps forty-five degrees. This shut out the chill wind, and threw the heat backward and down upon those who were to huddle in it's shelter. Then |. layer of green spruce boughs was spread, that their bodies might not come in contact with the snow. When this task was con-