Glacier County chief. [volume] (Browning, Mont.) 1931-1940, 1939-10-27

I'D rather be with YOU" he found
the courage to announce. than with
anyone on Gods green earth. But I
still say it's bad country"
Then we mustn't make bad bar
gains" she said as she withdrew the
reached out for. But I'm going into
Barren creek"
They stood, for a moment. with
"11l take you" KLEIN finally pro-
claimed.
It would, he knew, be like looking
for a needle in haystack. But being
with girl like Vera Purvis had its
compensations. And he had point
or two to clear up on his own hook.
So when KLEIN flew north again,
carrying in drill points and camp sup
plies for the Burney outfit on Great
Bear. he took with him extra rations
and a cloudy-eyed girl in a caribou
parka.
I'VE do it in a day, with this old
crate" he explained. But by water,
before these puddle-jumpers happened
along. it used to take 'em nine long
weeks"
He kept sharp eye out for camp
smoke and some sign of Volger. But
al they found at the Little Wolf was
fish bones and pile of ashes. So
they cruised out along Barren creek,
where no trace of anything living
showed itself When daylight waned,
they landed and made fire and spread
out their sleeping bags on the shore
rocks
By morning a cold rain was beating
across the Barrens. KLEIN decided to
push on to Dogleg lake. But the rain
squalls turned to snow, shutting them
up In gray emptiness that made
KLEIN worry about ice on his ailerons.
He dropped lower and circled about for
a landing. He breathed easier when
the snow softened back to rain and
he saw the slate-blue of water close
under his floats.
He TAXED into a narrowing bay and
tied up at two stunted spruce, watch
ing the rain runnel his windshield.
said with a forced laugh.
The country doesn't count" pro-
claimed the girl in the parka. And
think it's going to clear
She was right In that. For towards
dusk the clouds Trimmed and parted,
leaving the Barrens spectral-like In
the green light of subarctic evening.
ashore to build a windbreak and make
with a good fire going, he decided,
they'd feel less homeless. But every
thing about him was rain-Soaked. A
fire on that sodden edge of nowhere,
he saw. would be matter of wood
craft.
So. belt-ax in hand, he pushed up
over the mammilated hills, looking for
sizeable blowdowns that would be dry
under their dripping bark.
Then he stopped short, arrested by
fresh ak marks on a spruce stump
Through the scrub he discerned a
faint trail, which he followed over a
hill and across valley and up q
second hill. There, as he Haired the
wind on his face, he caught a faint
smell Of wood smoke. And, mingled
with It, oddly enough, he detected the
e1ectrtfying and unmiStakable aroma
OF frying bacon.
He pushed on, more guardedly
through the thickentng brush. He could
see where stream threaded the val
lay bottom and elbowed about a clear
ing. And at the center Of that clearing
stood q miners wall tent, oyster-white
in the twilight. At fire In front Of
that tent q solitary man was COOKING
his evenings Sowbelly.
The man, KLEIN saw, was Wolf Vol
Ger. He looked shaggy and neolithic
q he bent over the smoking skillet
inkent On the browning slah6 Of fat
- h Tilted the pan from side to side
M young buah hawk stood there
for . fun minute. Then he Qniet1y 10