The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1918-05-16

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After that he dragged in his kyaks
from outside, and busIed himself pack
ing them with supplies for Journey
tea and coffee and -four and such
things done up in small canvas sacks.
And when these preparations were
complete he got a sheet Of paper and a
pencil, and fell to copying something
from the map lie was still at that,
sketchlng and marking, when Hazel
went to bed.
BY all the signs and tokens, Roaring
Bill Wagstaff slept none that night.
Hazel herself tossed wakefully, and
during her wakeful moments she could
hear him stir In the outer room. And a
full hour before daylight he called her
to breakfast.
"This time last spring" BIZ said to
her, 81 was piklng away north OF those
mountains, bound for the head of the
Mas to prospect for gold"
They were camped in notch on the
tiptop of long divide, thousand feet
above the general level. a wide valley
rolled below, and from the height they
overlooked two great, slnuous lakes
and n multitude Of smaller ones.
"Pve been wondering" Hazel said.
"Thls country somehow seems diifer-
ent. You're not going back to CarlDoo
Meadows, are you?"
Bill bestowed n look Of surprise on
her.
81 should say not ~ he drawled. mot
that It would make any difference 10
me. But I'm very sure you don't want
to turn up there in my company"
"That's true" she observed. But
all the clothes and all the money !
have in the world are there"
Don't let money worry you" he SAID
briefly. 81 have got plenty to see you
through. And you can easily buy
clothes"
They were now ten days on the road.
Steadily they climbed, reaching up
through gloomy canyons where foam
ing cataracts spilled themselves over
sheer walls Of granite, where the aim
and narrow pack trail was crossed ana
recrossed with the footprints OF bear
and deer and the snowy-coated noun
tain goat.
Roaring Bill lighted his evening fre
at last at the apex Of the pass. He had
Travelled long after sundown, seeking a
camp ground where his horses could
Craze. The fire lit up huge frs, and
high above the fir tops the sky was
studded with stars, brilliant in the thin
atmosphere. They ate, and, being
weary, lay down to sleep. At sunrise
Hazel sat up and looked about her In
silent, wondering appreciation. All the
world spread east and west below.
She adjusted the binoculars and
peered westward from the great height
where the camp sat. Distantly, and
far below, the green Of the forest broke
down to hazy line of steel-blue that
ran in turn to n huge fog bank, snow
white in the rising sun.
"There's lake." she said.
"No. Salt water-a long arm Of the
Pacific" he replied. "Thats where
you and part cOmpany-tO your very
great relief, dare say. But look Oft
In the other direction. Lord, you can
see two hundred miles If It weren't
for the Babne range sticking up you
could look clear to where my cabin
stands. What an outlook
81 told you, think, about prospect
ing on the head Of the Mas last spring.
| fell in with another fellow up there,
and we worked together, and early In
the season made nice little cleanup
on a gravel bar. have another place
spotted, by the way, that would work
out fortune If fellow wanted to
spend couple Of thousand putting In
some machinery. However, when the
June rise drove us Off our bar, pulled
clear out of the country. Just took
a notion to see the bright lights again.
And | didn't stop short of New York,
Do you know, | lasted there just one
week by the calendar. It seems funny,
when yOu think of II, that a man with
three thousand dollars to spend should
get lonesome in place like New York.
But did. And at the end of a week
flew. | had all that money burning my
peckets-and, all told, l didn't spend
five hundred Fancy n man jumping
over four thousand miles to have a
good time, and then running away
from it. It was very foolish Of me,
think now. Well the longer we live
the more we learn. Day after tOmor'
row you'll be in Bella Coola. The can
merry steamships carry passengers on
n fairly regular schedule to Vancou'
yer. How does that suit you?'
every WE'LL" she answered shortly.
"And you haven't the least twinge OF
regret at leaving all thisT
81 don't happen to have your peculiar
point of vlew," she returned. "The
circumstances connected with my com.
ing into this country and with my stay.
ing here are such as to make me anx'
ious to get away"
"Same old story" Bill muttered un'
der his breath.
"What Is it?" she asked sharply.
"Oh, nothing" he said carelessly
and went on with his breakfast prepa'
ratlons.
The evening Of the third day from
there Bill Travelled till dusk. When
camp was made and the fire started
he called Hazel to one side, up on lit.
tie rocky knoll, and pointed out a half
dozen pin points Of yellow glimmerlng
distantly in the dark.
"Thats Bella Coola,' he told her
"And unless they've made n radical
change in their sailing schedules there