The daily star-mirror. (Moscow, Idaho) 1911-1939, 1923-04-07


AssalIants to a "vIlIage" He had
Heard About, Named Toronto-But
Toronto, for One Who Was Starv-
Ing, Wasn't the Place to Find a "Man
In a Silver Fox coat"-Came for Re-
venoe.
Trailing the man who had stolen
his huskies and his furs on a Northern
trail, Jacques Richtor, a -nlneteen-year-
old boy from Great Slave lake In Atha-
basca, just under the Arctic Circle,
staggered from the blind baggage Of
the train from the West in the depot
at Toronto, Ont.
Hi, where are you going?" called
a policeman who regarded the boys APP
pearance as suspicious.
"What business is it of yours?' an
swered the youth.
OF course the policeman grabbed
him but when he did so he found the
boys great frame was emaciated, his
cheeks sunken, his strength that of
a kitten, and his face with a t~ell-tale
pallor. So the boy was escorted not to
the cells but to the hospital.
There 1t was found he was In an
advanced stage of starvation. After
food and rest he related a story of
the great lone Northland that out
movies any movie, and out-fctions fc-
ton.
Came for Revenge.
Revenge brought him to Toronto.
Some one told him the man who had
done him the great wrong In the silence
of the Arctic had gone to Toronto. He
had no idea where Toronto was or
what 1t was-he assumed 1t was a
trading post, maybe a village where he
would be able to run his man down
promptly. So he set out to find To
ronto. And for 1000 miles, all the way
from Great Slave lake to Toronto, he
beat his way. For the last four days
Of his journey his only nourishment
had been one cup Of tea. He has not
found his man nor his huskies. And
yet some day, somewhere
Jacques Richtor's amazing journey
Is but one Of many amazing things he
relates. On the north shore Of Great
Slave lake he has lived from birth.
He and his father are trappers. Fort
Henry, where they take their furs, is
TAO miles away. But here Is Jacques
own story:
II was born In the Athabasca. MY
Is seventy years old and stands
seven. I don't know much of
my mother. Father never speaks Of
her. He told me that she ran off
another man when / was two
years old because she was tired of the
loneliness. After that my father had
to catch a deer and he raised me on
ieer milk.
He was a chemist In England, and :
our cabin we had several books on
chemistry. We had three other books
on them I was educated. They
we're three books of Longfellow's
poems, and my father taught me to
cad from them.
First Woman at Fifteen.
Il never saw d woman until / was
fifteen. That year my father took rne
0 Fort Henry. / asked him who
his man was who wore such a long
oat, and he told me 1t was a woman. !
lie took me to a place they called a
inch house, and there l tasted pie (
the first time. / had been brought '
p on meat and cornmeal bread.
tie a whole pie that time. Then I
ad Ice cream and Strawberries, the
rst time | had them, and the last" {
Here is Jacques account of the
TRANCE adventure which brought him
, civilization, an adventure still I'M ),
uessed by the seventy-year-old father =
the English chemist immured in the '
Il
I'VE usually take our furs out from =
Slave lake in the summer, When =
le lakes break up, but last spring my .
got sick and so we couldn't y
Ike our winter trapping down. y
Started With Dog Team. :,
II started out about two months ago =
lth our last winters work. I had two
liver foxes, 120 beaver, 300 muskrats, 8
lynx, three bears and several offers. "
had a good dog team Of IL huskies. /,
II had gone about two-thirds of the Q
OnC NV llbS 4 saw q DIdu iJiuR
the middle Of the trail with his M
owshoes sticking up In the air.
he was dead. When / stopped
er him two men jumped out Of the Is
and grabbed me. They hit me on nc
, head with a club. in
THE next thing | knew / was lying
the snow, my dogs 0 my furs ia
ne, my guns gone. And worst of WI
they took my coat, a coat my father SD
given me. 1t was white seal with mt
silver fox collar, perfect fur. NV be
her had got it from Indians who
] bought 1t from the Eskimos. ha
All / had left WIS a buckskin shirt. SD,
,kskin pants, fur underclothes, q ter
cap, mltts, and my hunting knife. du
ont remember much after that. I
ught I'd die, but first l wanted to r
the men who stole my dogs and my j
!. of
| had to get to Fort Henry. / of
t remember just how I got there or sal
how lone It took me. made CoI