Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1924-06-10
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ly preparations for the Journey.
She bought sturdy outing clothes, a
heavy sleeping robe in case the
search for the grave kept her over
night on the mainland, and only
1.-THE journeys grim objective pre-
vented certain spirit of adventure.
Bradford's telegram, however urged
haste; and as soon as reservations
could be procured, she, Ivan, ard
her uncle; gray, kindly, successful
business man of Savannah, depart
ed on the west-bound train. At Bel
bingham the party boarded the Cath
crime D, the large freight and pas
senger steamer that was used in the
fish trade.
She had expected some sort of a
disreputable, old tramp steamer
that was to be endured from ne
cessity; and she was hardly pre-
pared for the long, spick-and-span
deck of the Catherine L. Captain
Knight let her occupy what he proud
ly called the bridal suite; a beausi.
full stateroom on the upper deck,
equipped with bathroom, a great
settee, and every possible device
for her comfort.
She had always been a good
sailor, and the ten-day cruise to
Squaw Harbor possessed real pleas
ure for her. In the first place it
was complete rest for her tire /
nerves. She slept long in the morn
ing, ate simple, well-cooked food at
regular hours walked the deck with
Ivan or with the friendly ship cap
tain, and spent the day at her ease
on the long deck.
Sometimes Dorothy thought that
he was struggling with something
akin to actual fear. He seemed
troubled, rather nervous; and it was
not like this brave man to be ap-
palled by the natural perils of the
journey.
The morning of the eleventh day
she Weakened to find herself in
Squaw Harbor, the first lap of the
journey done. After breakfast, she
went ashore with Ivan to make final
plans for the launch trip TO the
north coast of the mainland.
She was immensely preased with
Bradford's arrangements. The
Warrior would carry her straigh:
to the scene of the wreck, he said
then the boat would lie at anchor
outside until a dory could be put
ashore and the casket unearthed
and brought aboard. This accom-
plished, she and her party would be
transported to Seward, whence they
could catch the Admiral Watson
back to Seattle.
I've got you three good men for
your labor he told her-with that
kindness and courtesy toward
strangers that is the tradition of the
North. Your head guide is Pete
he was wrecked on the Vigten ard
knows approximately where The
Jupiter broke up. Then you have
Fortune Joe and Nick Pavlof Tor
general labor-packers, we call
them-both as good men as l could
find"
"I'm sure they will be satisfac-
tory" Dorothy commented. "Aad
what odd names your Alaskans
have"
There are some queerer ones
than that, if you just give me time
to think of them. Fortune Joe is a
native medicine man, and laugh Il
you like, the things he can do are
not easily explained away. Of
course, it is some kind of psychic
power, but don't ask me what. Nick
Pavlof, however, is an Indian of
another skin.
He'll interest you, Mrs. New
hall. He calls himself a priest, and
the truth is that he has some sort
of vague, hereditary claim on the
office. You see at one time this
was Russian territory, and the en-
tire native population were mem
bers of the Greek Church. This
Pavlof is part Russian-he is the
grandson, in fact, of a more or less
discredited Russian priest, but the
rest of his blood is native. How
ever, the natives accept him, kotow
to him; he officiates at funerals
and has some sort of a vested right
to marry people.
''Pete will be with you until you
have the casket safe on board; then
he intends to leave the party, take
his grub and his traps, and go into
the interior for the winter. Wait an