The Elk Mountain pilot., 1919-10-23
EPISODE 1

heads far into the swimming reaches
Of the sky. Az far as the eye couid
reach jumbled masses Of beetling cliffs
and cleaning domes arose In height
above height like the inconceivably
vast waves Of q sea. Between these
monsters Of the range lay canyons that
the nys of sunlight never reached the
bottom Of. And II was In one Of these
secret hiding places Of Nature that
there lay veins Of rich. yellow ore Of
q richness to cause the behoider to
blink his eyes and his heart to give q
great jump when he nrst contemplated
Il.
Such was the secret treasure place
found by Old John Carr. lifetime pros
pector and miner. in the closing days
Of his life. and known TO no living mnn
but him. Above the brink Of pre-
cipitous cliff whose walls fell sheer
away into dizzy depths. the fur-cnpped
head Of . man with long silver heard
slowly arose. Assisting himself ZIP ny
means Of an alpenstock he ciambered
above the brink and stood upon Its
edge. rail- and straisht. rugged speci-
men NJ the fearless tribe thar ever
has forced its way into the mos, se-
cret places Of nature.
For a full minute lie stood straight
and sharp cut as q statue outlined
against the sky ~ he ran his eyes
slowly over the wide spreading rnno-
rnma that iny before him. The country
was without bitation. not even the
smoke Of distant hre be'ng visIhle.
except In one place. This came from
valley In which there stood substnn-
tial log cabin with huge stone
chimney at one end.
This cabin nestled fnr he,"w and
not . great ways from the crest Of the
big ridge. or summit Of the irak.
Close by were sheds and stnhles for
horses. q corrni adjoining them. John
Carr. pioneer In this wilderness. was
paying them q silent fmrewell
The sun climbing the eastern sky
hathed him In fiood Of gol,i,'n light.
He took his aipenstock and thrust II
firmly into the rocks m that n sfMNl
upright. then fastened his resi hnnsiana
handkerchief to II after the manner
Of flag. Next taking from The breasi
pocket Of fur borsiered n,ackinnw n
letter. hs fastened II 10 The. nse of
the stan. Al the alpenstOck now stOsNi
with the red cloth waving from its
top In the mountain hreeze. II WIS nm
,6bject which could he seen for = long
ldistance Once more he turned his
face to the scene below.
From nut Of the corrn' an Indian
came strAlIng and passed into the
house. while the rough hand Of the old
miner for an instant swept itself xcrsnsa
his face.
There never was b~ster Injun
than Rainface." ne murmured. Then
turning suddenly he Ieaped straight
out Into the air and downward beyond
the ridge. Thus II was that John
Carr departed from the scene which
had known him for no many yenrs.
Within the cabin far below Rainface
was putting logs upon the Ore.
From an adjoining room where they
had 3ust Anished their breakfast John
Davis and Ethel Carr emerged. The
man was tall and powerfully built.
dressed IN winter outing costume.
while ire uri wore Indian lassings and
short homemade Jacket trimmed
With fur. TIE adoptsd daughter Of
John Carr. Ethsa lad been brought up
In the mountains almost ~ uncon-
trolIsd % ne creatures Of the ravines
{heun6saves. Her hair falling down her
hack. Was plated, Indian fashion. ana
fastsoed with . bow. Although abe
was 10 years Of age. In her youthful
dress shs looked tar ysunser.
TT u hard to learn to at like one
q your ladies' Of the cities. where they
think they are 70 nice" she protested
With q little post You are always
ascolding me because don't use fork
&hso SPOON o. knife 10 - much more
co0vsnient. wish you would let me
eat the WY want to-" John smiled.
.You. viM get used to II soon enough.
Ard rsmsnher that you soon have got
to take your place among the ether
ladies n the world" From the Kitchen
came the GENEROUSLY proportioned hs-
ure Of Bridget wesan. middle aSsd.
,heerful sfsface. shothsssy. RepsoecA-
fully shs itSFn<d upon Davfs.
'.Oh. lave the poor babby alone.
Mister DaviAs Surs what matter does
Y make " one uses spade or hoe 40
hong a. the ditch IL dug. And " body
! gets the vittler into ones mouth. small
matter how they get them there. tbs
a little thing to worry about. IL It not,
Rainface.- The Indian srunted.
Fingers plenty good enough Tor
me-" he returned solemnly.
Stlll smiling Davis took down pair
Of snowsloea from the wall. while fhe
giri followed bis example. Drawing
Sn his cloves he turned upon his com
.Anyway. we'li have our last day on
ths snow. Where do you s,ippose TN
cl> John Ia. Rainfacer The one cd
drenned ahOnk hla head