Great Falls tribune. [volume] (Great Falls, Mont.) 1921-current, 1922-10-27
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hitched On again. Several times this
had to be repeated-although the
horses never were entirely under.
The woods reached, there was still
about two miles of thick timber to
get through.
Axes were taken from the wagon,
and Dempsey, who was a lumberman
in the west at one time, led the at
tack on the wilderness of trees and
brush. Jack was determined to get
that moose out whole, and as it
couldn't be done without the wagon.
The horses couldn't follow the blazed
trail in to the moose unless a road
was cut through the trees.
%Sympathies With Carpenter
Coming with the wagon I could
hear Dempsey far ahead; the ring of
his axe and the crash of falling trees.
There were 10 men in the party now.
and the guides and Sheriff Blakeley
were all trained lumbermen. The way
a road was cut, and the way the
horses plunged through, dragging the
wagon over trees and through swamps,
was a piece of magic to me.
1t took nearly all day, but shortly
before dark the last trees fell, the
big moose was picked up and with
Dempsey in the wagon pulling it by
the horns, was loaded, and the return
trip started. Only twice, on the re-
turn trip, did the horses break through
the messy covering of the big barren
once to come within an ace of sink
ing forever into the ooze below.
Ten men helped pull the loaded wa
gon out and keep it moving. Then
camp was quickly packed up and after
a rushed march we reached the log
cabin shortly after dark.
A man was waiting at the cabin. He
had come up from st. Johns with
newspapers telling of Battling Sikh
quick defeat of Carpenter. For tbs
first time in the whole trip Dempsey's
face clouded. He took the papers ant
sat down on bunk, reading them over
in grim silence until he had finished
the last word.
Too bad for poor Georges" sale
| Jack. He must have been in baC
: shape. / think he lost his ambition
after I beat him. I'm sorry fol
| Georges. This will cost him a lot"
You too / suggested. Didn't yot
expect to box him in England next
year,"
Dempsey looked up. and he was still
unsmiling.
"Oh, yes" he said, that match is
off now. of course, and it would have
been bigger in England than in New
Jersey. But it's all over with
Georges, and / can probably get this
Sikh. I'm sorry for Georges-that's
all. He's a fine fellow and I like
him"
Dempsey handed the papers bach
TO the mar from st. Johns, stood up
and stretched himself, looking through
the window into the woods dimly light
ed by the rising moon
Come on, pack up, let's CO." said
Dempsey. II don't think there's an
other o in here. I want to get
out where there's something doing"
In half IN hour we were on the trail,
No time to bring in horses. Every man
carried his pack and his gun Over
the old ruts of the abandoned lumber
road. through mud and thickets the
streams. ice sheathed and frost COW
cred, for the return trip.
A fair days work. Ill etll the
world!
As we came into ST. Johns the next
| day I happened to think of some
thing.
Say, Jack" / asked, "how did Jer-
ry the Greek tear his pants? Did the
moose toss him?'
"Oh, Jerry was excited he laugh
ed. That moose was too dead to toss
anything. Did you see where my bull
let went through his head? Jerry
| just ran in and jumped on him and
got caught on the horns and thought
he was hooked. But it was lucky for
Jerry / made a good shot. The Greek
would have jumped on him anyway
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| cnta Inc