The Lamar register., 1918-04-03

Many a strange shift were they put
to. Once Bill had to fell n great
spruce ross twenty-foot crevlce. II
took him two days to hew It fiat so
that his horses could be led over. The
depth was bottomless to the eye. but
from far below rose the cavernous
growl of rushing water. and Hazel
held her breath as each animal stepped
gingerly over the narrow bridge. One
misstep-
Once they climbed three weary days
up a precipitous mountain range. and,
turned back In sight of the crest by
an impossible cliff. were forced to
back track and swing a fifty-mlle de
tour. September was upon them. The
days dwindled in length, and the nights
grew to have n frosty nip.
Early and late he pushed on. Two
camp necessities were fortunately
abundant. grass and water. Even so,
the stress OF the trail told on the
horses. They lost flesh. The extreme
steepness of succeeding hills bred gals
under the heavy packs. They grew
leg weary. no longer following each
other with sprightly step and heads
high. Hazel pltied them, for she her
self was trail weary beyond words.
The vagabond instinct had fallen
asleep. The fine aura of romance no
longer lowered over the venture.
Sometimes when dusk ended the
days journey and she swung her stiff
fened limbs out of the saddle, she
would cheerfully have foregone all the
gold in the North to be at her ease
before the fireplace In their distant
cabin, with her mans head nesting In
her lap, and no toll of weary miles
looming sternly on the morrow's nori-
zon. 1t was all work. trying work the
more trying because she sensed a
latent uneasiness on her husbands
part, an uneasiness she could never In
duce him to embody in words. Never
theless, 1t existed, and she resented Its
existence trouble She could not
share. But she could not put her fin
ger on the cause. for Bill merely smiled
a denial when she mentioned it,
Nor did she fathom the cause until
upon certain day which fell upon
the end of n weeks wearisome traverse
of the hardest country yet encountered.
They broke out OF n canyon up
which they had struggled all day onto
n level plot where the pine stood in
somber ranks. A spring creek split the
fiat in two. Beside this tiny stream
Bill unlashed his packs. II still lacked
two hours of dark. But he made no
comment. and Hazel forbore to trouble
him with questions. Once the packs
were of and the horses at liberty, Bill
caught up his rifle.
Come on, Hazel" he said. Lets
take n little hike
The fiat wns small, and once clear
of 1t the pines thinned out on n steep.
rocky slope so that westward they
could overlook vast network of can
yons and mountain spurs. But ahead
of them the mountain rose to an up
standing backbone Of jumbled granite,
and on this backbone Bill Wagstaff
bent an anxious eye. Presently they
sat down on n bowlder to take
breathing spell after stIff stretch Of
climbing. Hazel slipped her hand in
his and whispered:
"What is It. Billy-boyf"
III hiraiu We can [ get over mere
with the horses" he answered slowly.
"And If we can't find pass of some
kind-well. come on II isn't more
than n quarter Of mile TO the top"
Just short OF the top BIN halted. and
wined the sweat out Of his eyes. And
rs lie stood his gaze suddenly became
fixed, concentrated stare at point
northwnrd. lie raised his glasses.
''By thunder," he exclaimed. "a be-
llcve-lt's me for the top"
He went up the few remaining yards
with haste that left Hazel painting
behind. Above her he stood balanced