The New York herald., 1921-01-12

The next morning we joshed him and
accused him of hogging the fire. But
the truth was that we were glad TO see
the boy get sleep. and didn't awaken him
during the whole of the night.
ut did him a power of good. too. and
when we started out the fourth morning
he was full of pep and cheerful. We
we're all'of us cold during that morning
end frequently halted to build fires.
Our supply of matches was running low.
and l remember with what sorrow we
once saw Hilton take two matches to
Light one fire. Hinton. however. proved
a wonder at making fires, and we always
let him build them
"At noon on that day i was In fair
shape. but Hinton was badly off.
went out onto the creek, and finding
the ice good, we made rapid time. Hin
ton, who was slightly ahead OF kloor
and me, came upon some sleigh tracks,
and wonderfully encouraged. we fol-
lowed them five miles. 1t was then
that we found the Indian.
The story goes on that kloor was the
first to hear the crackle of the tWigs
in the bush made by the Indian. He
turned quickly. fearing the noise might
come from a wild animal.
Great God, look!' he cried. as She
leaped to his feet.
Farrell and Hinton turned to follow
his pointing finger. There at the edge
of the woods. his face framed by the
underbrush. was an Indian-Tom Marks.
Hudson Bay Company trapper and
guide.
Kloor started toward the thicket. His
effort was a sad failure, for the Indian
turned and darted into the woods. But
T<loor went on. slipping and falling and
shouting.
Hold on ! Hold on !" he yelled. "Come
back, man. Don't leave us We're lost -
The Indian appeared to understand
the pleading tone OF the officers voice
as proof that he was in trouble. He
came back to the open and his face
broke into grin.
Kloor. who is the youngest of the trio
and was best able to travel explained to
needed; needed badly. The Indian took
him by the arm and led them to his
shack. five miles away.
Tom Marks's squaw was In the shack
cooking supper when Tom and the air.
men arrived. The Indian sat them
down in front of roaring fire and
filled them with game stew.
"And. boy" remarked Farrell this
afternoon. take 1t from me. that was
some stew. II filled a mighty big gap.
"a Grent Trip--But!"
Toms sqaw put on her snowshoes and
hit the trail for the Hudson Bay Com
pany post. Moose Factory. Immediately
J. r. Gaudet. the factor. accompanied
by w G. Crackham, the district man
ager; Watson Neil and John Beveridge,
were rushing through down the trail
with the best team of dogs available.
"That night" one OF the officers ex-
claimed, 1--WE slept on a whale OF feather
mattress. and slept great. We had
stuffed ourselves beforehand"
I'VE wanted to return next day and
salvage the balloon" Kloor said. "but
Mr. Gandet said we weren't able to
travel The United States Navy was
taking orders from him that day. and
we stuck around and ate our heads off.
A party OF trappers and Indian guides
set out that afternoon to search for the
balloon. but snow had fallen during the
night and our tracks had been obliter-
ated."
After a long rest the officers hit the
southern trail for Mattice. They left
Moose Factory on December 81. Travel
ling was good most of the way. but on
the first Sunday out the snow began 70
come down in great masses. The trail
was covered to considerable depths In
the open country where drifting was pos
sble, and at one time the guides were
forced to turn back and wait the end OF
| the storm.
| "A great trip" commented Lieut.. Far
| rell as the story was finished. "A grea
| trip. all right. / didn't mind the triI