Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1921-11-25
(CHAPTER VI-Continued).

1t was fortunate that Cookie knew
nothing Of the solitary grave some
where on the island, with it's stone
marked with B. H. and a cross-bOnes,
nor that the inhabitant thereof was
supposed to walk. II he had, / think
the strange spectacle of lone negro
in a small boat rowing Justify for the
American continent might soon have
been witnessed on the Pacific by any
eyes that were there to see. And we
coald i'll have spared either boat or
cook.
Yet even though unvexed by this
grewsome knowledge, after two or
three days 1 noticed that Cookie was
I'll at ease AS the leisure member of
the party, l enjoyed more of Cookies
society than the rest. On this occa
sion while the morning was still in its
freshness he was permitting me to
make fudge. But his usual joviality
was gone. 1 saw that he glanced over
his shoulder at intervals, muttering
darby to himself. Also that a rabbits
foot was slung conspicuously about
his neck.
Having made my fudge and set the
pan on a stone in the stream to cool.
1 was about to retire with view to
conducting limited exploring expedi-
ton OF my own. The assurances of
Mr.. Shaw-not personally directed to
me. of course; the armed truce I'M
der which we lived did not permit of
that-kad convinced me that / had
not to dread anything more ferocious
than the pigs, and the widest of them
would retire before stick or a stone.
Besides, / boosted little automatic,
which carried strapped to my waist
I'm q businesslike manner. Mr. Vane
had almost got me to the point where
1 could shoot it off without shutting
any eyes.
Thus equipped, 1 was about to set
off into the woods. / had turned my
Back on Cookie and the camp, when
] was arrested by an exclamation:
Miss Jinny!"
1 turned to find Cookie gazing after
me with an expression which, in the
familiar phrase of fiction. / could not
interpret, though among its ingre9i-
ants were doubt and anguish. Cookie,
100, looked pale. l don't in the least
know how he managed it, but that
was the impression he conveyed,
dusky as he was.
Miss jimmy, it mos look lax yo'
nout to go perambulatin' in desc yere
woods?"
81 am, Cookie" 1 admitted.
The whites of Cookies eyes became
alarmingly conspicuous. Drawing
near in a stealthy manner he whis-
pered:
"Yo' bettah not, Miss Jinnyl"
"Oh, nonsense, Cooker" l said i'm
patiently There's not a thing on the
island but the pigsl"
s'Miss jimmy" he solemnly replied,
s"dey's pigs and pigs"
"Yes, but pigs is pigs, you know"
1 answered, laughing.
"Dey's pigs and pigs. chile-live
ones and-dead ones"
dead ones? OF course-haven't we
been eating themr
.Yo' won't nevah eat dis we're kind
o dead pig, Miss jimmy. lists
Aa'ntl"
The murder was out. Cookie leaned
against a cocoa-palm and wiped his
ebon brow.
Persistently questioned, he told at
last how, today and yesterday, aris-
ing in the dim dawn to build his fire
before the camp was stirring, he had
seen lurking at the edge of the clear
ing a white four-footed shape 1t was
q pig. yet not a pig; its ghostly hue.
its noiseless movements, divided it
from all proper mundane porkers by
the dreadful gulf which divides the
living from the dead. The first morn
ing Cookie. doubtful of his senses.
had flung a stone and the spectral
Thing had vanished like shadow.
On its secsnd appearance. having had