The daily Alaskan., 1922-06-24
Copyright by 6dNvln BoImer~.H~

the QlNlnE EpNlu. NuSodQuaA' HaNlHS served the dinner, took his place be hind Alan's chair, ready to pass him what he needed; but the Indians silent. watchful presence there behind him where he could not see his face, disturbed Alan, and he twisted him. self about to look at hIm.
 "Wuuld you mind Judah" he h. ouired If l asked you to stand over there Instead of where you are?"
 The Indian without answering, moved around to the other side of the table, where he stood facing Alan.
 You're a Chippewa, aren't you, Juduh?' Alan asked.
 "YeS."
 Your people live at the other end f the lake don't theyT'
 Yes, Alan"
 Have you ever heard of the Indian Drum they talk about up there, that they say sounds when ship goes down on the lake?"
 The Indians eyes sparkled excited ly. "Yes." he said.
 "Do you believe in lt?"
 Not Just believe; know. Every body knows that It sounds for those who dle on the lake. have heard 1t. It sounded for my father"
 How was th0t7"
 Like this My father sold some bullocks to a man on Beaver island. The man kept store on Beaver island, Alan. No Indian liked him He would not hand anything 10 an Indian or wrap anything in paper for an Indian. Say lt was like this, An Indian comes in to buy salt pork First the man would get the money Then. Alan, he would take his hook and pull the pork up out or the barrel and throw it on the dirty floor for the Indian to pick un. He said Indians must rake their food or uf the aonr-lIke dogs.
 My father had Ju take the buIiocks Co the muu. across tu Beaver island. Al first the Indians did not know who the bullUcks We're for su they helped him. When they found out the bull locks were for the man on Beaver island the Indians would not help him any longer. He had to take them across alone Besides, it was bad weather. the beginning of storm.
 He went away. and my mother went to pick berritS-l was small then. Pretty soon | saw my mother coming back. She had no berries. and her hair WAS hanging down. and she was waIlng. She took me in her arms and said my father was dead. Other h. dians came around and asked her how she knew. and she said she heard the Drum. The Indians found my fathers body"
 "Did you ever hear Of ship called the MIwaka, JudahT
 "'That was long ago." the Indian an. swrred
 "They say that the Drum beat wrong when the Miwaka went down that il was one beat short of the right number"
 "That was long ago." WassaQuam merely repeated
 Did Mir. Curvet ever speak to you about the Miwaka?"
 "NO; he asked me once if had ever heard the Drum. I told him"
 WassaQuam removed the dinner and brought Alan dessert. He returned to stand in the place across the table that Alan had assigned to him, and stood looking down at Alan, steadily and thOuChtfully.
 "Do look like any one you ever saw before. Judah?" Alan Inquired Of him.
 "NO."
 'Ts that what you are thinking?
 "That Is what was thinking. VIII coffee be served in the library, AlanF'
 Alan crossed to the library and seat ed himself in the chair where his ia ther had been accustomed to sit. Was sauuam brought him the single small cup of coffee. lie the spirit lamp on the smoking stand and moved that over: then he went away. When he had finished his coffee, Alan went Into the smaller connecting room and re- commenced his examination of the drawers under the bOokshelyes. Al ten o'clock. Alan stopped his search and went back to the chair In the li- brary. He dozed; for he awoke with a start and a feeling that some one had been bending over him, and gazad up into WasSaquam's face. The In dian had been scrutlnizing him with intent, anxious inquiry. He moved away. but Alan called him back.
 "When Mir COrvet disappeared, Ju' dah, you went to look for him up at Manistiuue, where he was bOrn-at least Mir. Sherrlll said that was where you went. Why did you think you might find him there" Alan asked.
 "In the end. I think, man maybe goes hack to the place where he be- gan. That's all, Alan"
 "In the end What do you mean by that? What do you think has become Of Mir. Curvet?"
 "I think nOw-Ben's dead"
 "What makes you think thatT
 "Nothlng makes me think; think 1t