Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1920-11-27

a+tSA lhe edftuuHter secured MS
spear, he turned the nose of the sklff
down stream and shipped his oars long
enough to light his pipe.
Mother hung back a little right at
the last" the young man said his
mind doubtless dwelling on the I'M
usual experience, the first experience
in his life of actually living upon
land. "She was afraid somebody
might not like us to move into the
cabin. But told her they couldn't do
more than make us move out"
"Afeard of tn Wild Man, wus she?"
The younger man looked up.
"Say, tell me about that Wild Man.
She did mention him this afternoon"
The Boss took the pipe from his lips
and blew away the smoke in slow
cloud, as If wishing to prolong the feel
of 1t upon his tongue.
''The Wild Man." he pondered, "a
harmless OF cuss, an pitiful to see.
Seven year he's been in these Flat
woods. Hit amt often a body gifts a
glimpse NV i'm. l did Once-a tall OF
ghost of a man-tall as you Almost
but a face on i'm the pitifuest You
ever see. An like a ghost he comes;
and like a ghost he goes-nobody
knows where TO. They say he's got
daughter somewhere's up IN the hills
thar, but l never seed her.
The Boss went back to his pipe. The
other sat bordering what he lad just
heard.
mo It wasn't on account of the
Wild Man." he resumed, as if in an
swer to the Boss first question. "She
was afraid somebody might make US
leave"
"An' that'll be a long while a-doin',"
the Boss answered. They amt no
body in this quarter O. tn world has
got tn right t. do that. That Ian b.
longs t Colonel Warbritton. Ever hear
tell of him?"
~ never did"
"He owns hundreds and hundreds of
| acres-fve or six sections, l guess
layin in a square right along the river
here, tn very heart and flower Nv tn
FlatwoOds. That's his east line back
thar where the River road bends
north. Itll be many a long day bf0re
| he orders anybody off. He's got so
much b'sides l don't spose he hardly
knows he's got this. ! doubt if he ever
seen IT,"
The Boss let the oars drift while he
turned his head and sat a moment
sweeping his eyes up and down the
dim. forest-bound shore line.
Them WarbrittOns is a remarkable
race" he resumed. Fire eaters every
one. Soldiers an fighters sence tn
| Lord knows when. In times long ago
they wus a clan. They had a flag with
a gray wolf on 1t, an they called their
selves the Gray Wolf clan. They say
| every man in the clan wus brave an
every woman virtuous. An that's
what they prided themselves on spe'
| cial particular. They wus all ZIG
men. They wus five Of 'em in the
Revolution two with Clark; an four
in the war of 10"
The Pearlhunter bent forward and
hung upon the words. Somehow they
strangely stirred him.
81 fit tn Injuns under this Colonel
| WarbrittOn. TIL soldiers use t talk
about i'm a lot around tn campfire.
| That's how I come t know s. much
about i'm. Hit wus me that saved his
scalp at Horseshoe Bend" a tang of
| pride crept into the hard tones of the
| grizzled old river man. His boss got
| shot through tn brains an fell s.
| quick he caught tn colonel's foot, an
l stood over i'm with tn bayOnet
whist he got loose. We sent seven
| screechin' heathens t hell that day
bfore hep come. That's how I got t
be a sergeant. Hit wus tn best he
could do fer a man that hadn't no
| learnin'. No. No. You needn't be
afear'd Of gittin' driv' oht O. tn cabin.
| If the colonel wus here, he wouldn't"
He clutched the oars in earnest. A
few lusty strokes drove the boat down
| to where the glare from tn" campfire
of the Boss crew Of "clammers" fared
out across the water There he turned
in to gel the jack light
| dirtier bunch Of men than the five
lounging about that campfire couldn't
be found anywhere else in the world
except In another "clammer's" camp.
The practice of the early pearl fishers
was to put the clans in watts and al
low them to die there and rot. This
muck was afterward carefully han
| died" for whatever pearls 1t might con-
| tain.
The ordinary Jack light IS simply an
oil burner-in early days a candle, or
fire Of pine knots-arranged with re-
fector-on the bow Of the boat in such
a way as to throw the full brilliancy
Of the light down upon the water,
leaving the fisherman himself in dark
ness. Such a light, If the night be
dark and the water quiet and clear
renders objects beneath the surface
perfectly plain to considerable depth.
While the Boss was fastening the
Jack light to the bow OF the boat the
Pearlhunter stepped ash ere to blacken
tie points Of the freshly sharDeDed