White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1924-11-07

| cabin OF tiny ship. There Wer
hunks at one end of the wagon, lit
tie stove and kitchen fittings at tn
other. In the middle, narrow tabl,
that lifted against the frame of the
canopy when not in use. When al
the fried rabbit had been devoured
and the third round of coffee begun
Hugh broke the silence by saying:
We'll, I'm sorry l went loco this
morning, boys. But that was the most
nearly perfect specimen I've ever
seen, and it was nothing but foo
carelessness that lost him to u.s."
''My carelessness, mostly" grunted
Fred, draining his coffee cup, then
taking huge bit of plug. "You'd
think I'd have learned how to shore
up wall after thirty years of min
ing"
can autopsy isn't going to bring
back the dinosaur," sighed Hugh
we'll get back to Fort Sioux and out
fit for prospecting Lost Basin. The
SHOWS won't get in there before Feb
ruary."
Red Wolf, his lean, wrinkled, bronze
face concentrated above the cigar.
cite he was rolling, gave no apparent
heed to these comments But when
he had lighted the cigarette he looked
thoughtfully at Hugh.
Sioux Injuns," he said, "know heap
more bout Old Sioux Tract than
whites do"
Hugh returned the old Indians look
with sudden interest. "Does that
mean you've got a story to tell me,
Red Wolff"
The old Sioux continued to stare at
Hugh. He and the young scientist
had been friends since Hugh's child
ish days of arrowhead collecting. But
even at that it was obvious that Red
Wolf was wondering whether or not
to speak. Fred damned another cedar
knot into the stove, piled the dishes
in a pan, heaped the pan high with
snow and set it on red-hot lid Then
he established his feet on the hearth,
took another bite of plug and waited.
Finally Red Wolf said, in his husky,
carefully modulated voice:
your Uncle Bookie, he owns Old
Sioux Tract, but he never use it..
Great Spirit won't let 'em. You know
why?"
Hugh shook his head. "Uncle
Booklets been as secret with me about
the Tract as he has with everyone
else"
"That's all bunk!" exclaimed Fred.
Everybody knows the Old Sioux
Tract is mixed UP in Booklets mind
with Jimmie Duncan and the cattle
wars of the sos. Some of us always
did think Bookie knew a lot about
Jimmie's disappearance"
ooh, dry up, Fred!" growled Hugh
as he lighted his pipe. "Uncle Book
lie was a little wild as young fellow,
but he'd never be morbid about it.
Fact is, think. he's as proud of the
on his gun as he is of The
Lariat."
"a little Wild" snorted Fred "Say,
Hughie, you young fellows that have
always put Bookie down as a gentle
old has-been would drop dead if you
could see that mans man as he was
in the old days. He come out here
full of Harvard education and every
body laughed at him. But before he'd
been here five years, he'd settled the
cattle war at the point of his gun,
helped himself to what land he want
ed from the old Frisco gang he'd rid
out and settled down to ranch life.
Just how he did it, or how many
notches he. carries on that old six
shooter of his, only Bookie knows"
Hugh nodded. "I've always known
that. Nevertheless l always thought
his feeling against any use being
made of the Old Sioux Tract had
something to do with an old love af-
fair"
You're crazy, Hughie! No wom-
ans influence could last that long
with herman like Bookie"
Hugh shrugged his sh oul ders,
though of Jessie, and turned to Red
Wolf, who was listening patiently.
why don't the Great Spirit let
Bookie use the Tract, Red Wolff" he
asked.
"This valley" said the Sioux, run
ten miles over to river canyon"
II know" nodded Hugh
"All Injuns of the world" Red Wolf
went on, Great Spirit horned them in
this valley, by river Long, long time
ago, before any white man was born
on earth, the Great Spirit, he made a
few Injuns and put 'em in this val
ley and showed 'em trail lead to cave,
above river. 'Injuns, said Great Spir-
it, you live there. You stay there.
You be safe. You have many chill