Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1922-01-13
CHAPTER vi-continued).

1t was fortunate that Cookie. knew
nothing of the solitary grave some
where on the island. with its stone
marked with B. H. and cross-bones,
nor that the lnhabitant thereof was
supposed to walk. If he had, think
the strange spectacle of lone negro
IN 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
could Ill have spared either boat or
cook. ~
Yet even though unvexed by this
Erewsome knowledge, after two or
three days l noticed that Cookie was
III at ease. AS the leisure member of
the party, I 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. l saw that he glanced over
his shoulder at intervals, muttering
darkly to himself. Also that a rabbits
foot was slung conspicuously about
his neck.
Having made my fudge and set the
pan 40 q stone in the stream to cool.
/ wAb about to retire with a view to
conducting limited exploring expedi
ton Of my own. The assurances Of
Mr.. phaw-not personally directed to
me, of course; tAe armed truce I'M
der which we lived did not permit of
that-had 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, I boasted a little automatic,
whlrh 1 carried strapped to my waist
in businesslike manner. Mr.. Yane
had almost got me to the point where
/ could shoot 1t off without shutting
my eyes.
Thus equipped, was about to set
or into the woods. 1 had turned my
back on Cookie and the camp when
! was arrested by an exclamation:
"MiSs Jinnyl"
1 turned to find Cookie gazing after
me with an expression which, in the
familiar phrase of fiction, l could not
Interpret, though among its ingredi-
ents were doubt and anguish. Cookie,
too, looked pale. | don't in the least
know how he managed it, but that
was the impression he conveyed,
6usky az he was. =
Miss jimmy, it mos look lax yo'
'bout to go perambulatin' in desc yere
woods7'
81 am Cookie" l admitted.
The whites of Cookies eyes became
elarmingly conspicuous. Drawing
near In a stealthy manner he whis-
pered:
"Yo bettah not. Miss Jinnyr'
"Oh. nonsense, Cooked" / said i'm |
patiently. There's not a thing on the |
island but the pigs"
Miss jimmy" he solemnly replied,
~dey's pigs and pigs"
Eyes. but pigs Is pigs. you know"
answered, laughing.
"Dey's pigs and pigs, chile-liye
ones and---dead ones"
Dead 0nes7 OF course-hayen't we
been eating them7'
"1o wont nefan eat as we're kind
D dead pig, Miss jimmy. lists a
ba'Dtp
The murder was out Cookie leaned
against cocoa palm and wiped his
rbon brow,
Perslstently questioned, he told az
asf hoW, fodny and yesterday arls-
ng ID The DIN dawn t0 huild MS nre
'efore me oamp was stirring he mad
'fep lurhlng az lhe edge ~ the clear
~ While four footed Shane "A vas
pig yai n0f . plg ~ snosily hue
A. Nnlsnlprs upffWrnls divided "a
rom all pf1ppr mundane p0fhers hl
h0 drtpdfnl gpn Rhleh llllaea lle
WING from one ieal lhe nrai morn
rphle aQuhlfW nj ms Senses
M npuf "a Stone Anq the spffla
'h'0e tna fpplahea llhp h halnN
ln w fNnH eppePlHnfp hpl nj Aea