The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1932-12-09
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CHAPTER III
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That afternoon, on the shore at Sun
set House, Omar sat pulling glOomily
at his pipe beside the loaded and wait
Ing peterboro, scanning the wide
reaches of the still lake for sign Of
Jim's canoe.
He go for TO see dat woman" he
muttered, with an ominous shake OF
his black head, as he cut a pipeful
from plug Of Company nigger-head-
Then he turned with scowl at the
sound OF Sarah's shrill voice
Were ees Meester Jeem?"
As he glanced around at her Omar's
swart features slowly expanded in a
smile. Sarah's coal-black head was
respondent in q crimson scarf.
why you laugh?', she demanded
angrily, her black eyes swapping as
Omar's mouth widened into a leer.
He liked TO bait the fiery Sarah.
~You look lax de sky wen de sun set.
Marthe, she see your"
The thick-set Sarah wrathfully
stamped her mOccasined foot on peb-
bic, and as quickly lifted ii with
grunted. 10 :" Of pain. Were ees he?
You not go to Lax Expanse?" she
snapped. ignoring the aIlusion to her
scarf.
"Ah-hah, we got" replied the amused
Omar, refusing TO share his suspicious
with the inquisitive Ojibwa, who had
evidently been wen over by Aurore's
gift "She geeve you dat? You lax
dat crazee girl of LeBlond?'
Tossing her gaudy head, the self
conscious Sarah turned away as she
proudly threw over her shoulder:
''Eet TAX nance mink skin to buy dis
seek shawl"
With a shrug Of his heavy shoulders
at the fckleness Of women, Omar re-
sumed his vigil by the lake. In mid
afternoon Jim's birch-bark slid in to
the shore.
Leaving Esau in charge Of the post,
planning his coming campaign in the
Pipestone country, Stuart and Omar,
with Smoke running the near shore,
padded late into the June twilight
Should he ever see her again. Jim won
dered. II w0Cld be August when he
returned from Lake Expanse, and then
they must start north with Esau-
When they returned from the summer
camps Of the Pipestone Ojibwas. she
would be gone. And now, when Para
dis told his story, LeBlond would have
her watched-followed. There would
be no message at the split rock-not
even good-by.
As the stem OF the canoe nosed
wedge-shaped ripple over the still lake
tinted with the rose Of the afterglow,
Sast the silhouettes of spruce ridges
purple against the flushed sky, the
poignant memory Of the bewildering
girl the STERN had brought TO Sunset
House accompanied the bowman.
At last, while there was yet light
TO make camp, they landed. And be-
fore the supper was cooked, Smoke ap-
peared, wet from his swim across the
mouth Of wide bay.
''WeIl, old sport, you left the shore
10 follow game, eh?" Jim rubbed the
black ears Of the great head as the
painting Smoke swished his tail in
pleasure at reaching his master.
After supper, with the dogs great
head between his knees, Jim described
his meeting with Paradis, while the
scanned face of Omar reflected his dis
approval in a set scowl Much as he
shrank from bringing Aurore LeBlond
into the narrative, the staunch loyalty
of his friend deserved in return Jim's
complete confidence. Omar had al
ready guessed why he had taken that
morning paddle.
"You lax dat woman YER moch?"
the half-breed asked gravely when
Stuart had finished. 'Eet max troub'
for you. 1 tot you LAX dat girl Of
Christie, at LAX Expanse''
"Well, like her, too, Omar. She's
a fine woman. Mary Christie"
But eef you LAX dat French girl,
why you not LET heem drown-dis
Paradise"
Jim shook his head. 81 couldn't do
What. He couldn't swim. i had upset
the beat"
"He weel max moch troub' for u.s.
Rettair let heem drown; no one know
The Indian in Omar had spoken. "You
cross de lax again, Omar 90 wild you,"
~You old wolff You wouldn't let
Paradis off. If you got those paws Of
yours on him. Their beating rs for
the trades got under your skin"
With a cultural growl Omar nodded.
swe feex dem yet, you and Esau and
Omar. We get fur from de Pipestone
countree dis long snow, or-phitl
Sunset House, she busti" And knock
ing out his pipe, the loyal French
Ojibwa prepared to roll himself in his
blanket.
Two days later Jim and Omar were
packing over the portage between the
Lake OF the Sand Beaches and the
Woman river, which flowed into Lake
Expanse Ahead, Smoke thrashed
through the bush" in search of rab-
bits. Halfway across the carry Omar
rested the bow of the canoe In q
birch and Jim slipped the tump-line
dashed TO his backload from his fore
head. Then they sat down and filed
their pipes.
.Christie's going to tear his hair
over our small spring trade" said jim
81 suppose he'll blame IL all on me-"
.Ah-hah, he forget wat you did at
Gods lake"
They're prodding him pretty hard
from winnipeg. He's a bit worried
thinks they might retire him"
The furious yelping of the husky up
the trail caused the two men to lift
their heads In curiosity.
whats he got, there?" queried Jim