The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1933-01-20

Jam uCdu4OASt Ills uCaAl NOA0 "htA AS~~~
for his dog. At last the painting run
ners reached the river. But neither
dog nor the canoe Of Paradis was In
sight
~SmokeI !" Jim called. "Here Smoke J"
There was no answering yelp.
dropped to a knee and fred down
river. Joining him. Jim looked TO see,
far below, a canoe padded by two
crouching men. Again and again the
two took careful aim and fired al the
distant craft, but the range was great,
don- AT last the canoe turned a
bend.
Back and forth through the thick
bush near the landing Jim searched.
calling the dog he loved-hopiHg, II he
were alive. that the hurt animal would
answer with a whine. But Smoke did
not answer. The two friends widened
their hunt, thinking the wounded
husky might have crawled of some
where 10 die Finally Jim was forced
TO the conclusion that the dog had
been shot in the water and carried
down stream.
Poor Smoked Sick at heart. Stuart
bathed his grimy face and arms at
the shore as his thoughts went back
three years TO the puppyhood Of the
friend he had lost From the time
when, a fluffy ball Of fur, Jim had
brought him south from the bay TO
Gods lake, man and dog had known
no separation; together they had faced
the drive of the billiards and the
slant of the spring rains: shared the
hardships Of the white trails OF the
long SHOWS and the summer white
waters. Two great tears ran down the
bronzed face Of the man who knelt
by the river. for the slant eyes Of his
dog would never again shine with
idolatry as his deep throat rumbled
at Jim's caress; his plume Of a tail
beat FINANCIALLY to Jim's call as he
yelped in answer.
"Good-by. Smoker" sobbed the man,
turning his face twisted with grief
from the sober eyes OF his friend. II
loved every black hair on you. Jim
will never forget! Good-by, Smoke!"
"WeIl you wanted to meet him again
and you had your wish" said Jim, as
they filed the magazines of their
rifles and started back for the canoe.
Now did LeBlond lie to US and send
him here to hide, or is Paradis dis
obeying orders? I wish / knew"
The muscles ridged on Omar's
clamped jaws as he scowled his dis
appointment. "Eef he onlee jump
me wild dose oders." he sighed. Then
his hand slid back to the empty sheath
on his sash. "Dey get my knife wen
dey hit me from behind. Dey get your
knife. too? You have moch trouble
wild demT''
"They got mine, too, but I picked
il up" Jim smiled at Omar's matter
Of fact reference to his struggle to
free himself Of the two Ojibwas. "We
must wash these scratches, Omar
he went on, examining the bullying
shoulders protruding through the
IlppNO SHIT VI lis Ii CA4G- 4Acy
clawed you like lynx"
Omar's marked face wrinkled in per-
plexity. IVY you t'ink dat Paradees
try TO TAX US wild bees hand? Yer
strange t'ing!"
st don't know. Maybe he wanted
to keep US in a cage to show US to the
Indians up here" laughed Jim. "One
things certain; If he caught US we'd
have never seen home again. But that
was a clever trick of yours-clubbing
them with the boat, you old wolverine.
These young bucks Of Paradis won't
forget the trimming you gave them.
There were three or four decorating
the trail when got loose and started
to help you. How they'd laugh at
Gods lake at these people trying to
take Omar Boisvert with their hands,"
Omar's mouth widened across his
square face. Desc young Teller on de
Sturgeon keep dere hand of Omar
Boisvert, ah-hah," laughed the swart
son OF Anak. "Dey got sore neck all
right"
''D'you suppose they've come TO. and
are waiting for US with guns to come
back for the boatT"
Omar shook his head. I'VE go an
see. 1 t'ink dey got dere I'll for to-
day. Paradis run; dey run. He keep
dere gun cen hees canoe. He want to
TAX US alive, he not dare geeve dem
de gun"
you didn't XIII any Of 'em-break
any necks-with those bear traps OF
handsw
Omar thoughtfully scratched his
head. swan, mebbe. / twist hees
neck YER hard" Then the narrow
eyes OF the half-breed suddenly cloud
ed. -EsauP' he gasped. "Dey know
we come; by gar. dey get Esau!'
The canoe Of the old Indian, day
ahead Of them on the river, must have
run into the party OF Paradis.
He told me he would travel only ar
night"
The deep chest Of the half-breed
lifted in a heavy sigh -Widout Esau
we are no good" he said. as they
started back to the canoe.
he may have missed them. There's
nothing to do but keep on"
Cautiously, deep in the bush on
either side Of the portage trail. the
two men approached their canoe. As
Omar had said, IT was unlikely that
Paradis had allowed his men to carry
rifles to the ambush, for in their ex-
o{-ar,ao, tho Indians vroT7ld have uca.3
them, and for some subtle reason he
wanted to take Omar and Jim unhurt.
Nevertheless, the two men stalked
their canoe as II sure that trouble
awaited them. But the Ojibwas, re-
covered from their rough handling,
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