Newark leader. ([Newark, Ohio]) 1917-1946, 1925-12-18
SYNOPSIS

HllalrG st. OQSe, FACTOR at waning
River, play the violin superbly He
introduces HIMSELF and accepts an in
NitatiOn to make the post his home
during his stay. From st. Onge he
evil the 'Windigo,' and the disap-
pearance of a canoe and its crew, with
The seasons take of furs.
CHAPTER u-SteeIe hears the Win
digo." David and Michel, st. Onges
head-man, leave for the scene of the
canoes disappearance. st. Onge tells
Steele that Lascelles, the companys
manager at Fort Albany, seeks his
ruin in order to compel Denise to mar
ry him to save her father.
CHAPTER III.-Hearing her violin
playing, Steele realizes that Denise is
sacrificing a brilliant musical career to
comfort her father. David and Michel
return, but are uncommunicative.
CHAPTER IV-Tete- -Boule, Indian in
St Onge.s employ, is caught listening
to Steeles talk with David and Michel
and roughly handled Steele learns
that Louis Lahamme, factor at OgOke
has made application to her father for
the hand of Denise.
'Well, Michel, did you ever see a
black bear that would leave these be
hind him?" asked Steele as David
and the head man carefully inspected
the peculiar trail
"ver' beeg track but YER strange
bear" laconlcally vouchsafed the
kneeling hunter.
"How about 1t, David?"
David barred a set of strong teeth
in a characteristic smile
Gwen we start up river for de
Nepigon, l tell you. You laugh at me
eef I say wat I t'ink now"
Michel took up the trail forward
while David and Steele followed il
back only to lose it shortly in the
dry birch leaves. On their return
they found Michel waiting
"She dom run far" he announced
u don followed eet far in de dry
bush"
Then the three made a wide circle
but failed to pick up the elusive
tracks. Disappointed, they were re
turning to the post by another route
than the trail TO the ridge overlook
ing the "vale of Tempe" when Michel
who was leading suddenly s.opued in
his tracks, raising his hand i'm warn
ing.
Stiff as the spruce around them
the three stood listening Family to
their Straining ears came Vow chant
ing, accompanied by the rhythmic
beating of what sounded like a drum.
Steele turned a questioning face to
David, who grnned broadly, nodding
his head in time to the far drum beats.
"What in thunder!" queried the
curious scientist.
You hear dot down on de Nepigon,
one tam" dryly returned the Ojb-
way.
1T sounds like it. Somebody doing
some coniuring, eh?"
''Tete-Boule, de beeg shaman, max
heseff some medicine dees morning"
'Ts he driving away the Windigo,
or is he trying to get you bewitched
for shaking him up last night?"
i t'ink he try to call de WindigO
for to max de beeg medicine toged-
der" laughed David.
"Do the post people know that
Tete-Boule is a Wabeno, Michel"
Steele asked of the silent man who
had vouchsafed no comment.
long TAM to drive away de Windgo.
De people tink he ees beeg shaman,
for sure"
'Well, the first thing for st. Onge
to do is to get rid Of this nuisance,
TeteBOuIe, He keeps the post In
dams stirred up with his mumbo-jum-
bo, and ought to be kicked out What
do you think, Michel?'
For answer, the tall IrOquOis drew
an ugly skinning knife from its sheath
In his belt Then he said, "It be good
ting eef put dees cen hees back"
mo, not without orders from your
chief" replied Steele amused at the
literal Interpretation given to his sug-
gestion. but this Tete-Boule will
make trouble all winter with his sor-
Gerry"
AS they talked, the low droning
continued, accented by the beating of
the drum.
Lets see what he is about" sug-
gested Steele, and they crept for
ward.
Within a hundred yards they made
out a small, round skin tipi from
which the sing-song emanated
"Naske awass, Windigo!" moaned
the voice inside "Ahuah ahuah !"
"He tell de Windigo to go away"
whispered David to Steele
Then Michel wormed his way to
some small balsam near the tent,
while the others watched.
Presently a low mewing from the
Iroquois stopped short the Wailing in
the tent Then from the balsam rose
the caterwauling Of a lynx in the mat
ing season.
The drumming started furiously ac-
c0mpanied by yociferous shouting. The
scream Of the lynx rose to a maniacal