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THE PATTON COURIER
The Lead Dog
By
George Marsh
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W.N.U. SERVICE
CHAPTER XIV—Continued
D0
As the galloping dog team swung
through the gloam down to the river
trail, the flames of the burning schoon-
er turned ner masts into fingers of fire
thrust upright into the wall of black-
ness. Around her »urning hulk dark
shapes ran helplessly to and fro. Then
they left her to her fate as the flames,
bursting through the windows of the
cabin, drew them back to save their
provisions and ‘fur.
On went the dog team into the south,
bound for the Big Yellow-Leg while
the hearts of two boys beat high with
pride and happiness. Since the freez-
ing moon when the men of “Red” Mac-
beth bad started to hunt them from
the Yellow-Leg, they had traveled a
long trail. And now théy had won—
found the father whom the loyal Gas-
pard could not put frem his heart.
Befcre turning the first bend, the
dog team stopped.
Lighting the river shores, schooner
and cabin sent red flames high into
the sriwother of murk. Seizing the
hand of his partner, Gaspard said, as
hls eyes measured the completeness
of his revenge on the men who had
taken him from his father, “Wal,
Brock, 1 tink dat M'siew’ Macbeth ees
ver’ sad dis night dat he try to run
two little boy out of de Yellow-Leg
countree.”
“He'll be lucky not to starve this
spring,” laughed Brock.
“He not starve; he has beeg cache,”
added Fierre, “but ae lose de fur angd
stuff in the shack.”
When the team stopped, later, to
boil the kettle and rest the dogs, Pierre
told them his story.
Ambushed one day, the previous
March, he had received a shot shat-
tering his ankle, and in the knife fight
following the rush by three Indians,
had been badly slashed across the face.
Brought, half-dead, on a sled to Mac-
beth’s quarters, Pierre had {ater am-
putated his own foot, and not until au-
tumn had be regained his strength,
His knowledge of fur and ability to
handle Indians had been put to valu-
able use by the free-traders, who had
not treated him badly. For this rea-
son, alone, he had not killed them
in their sleep, but was waiting for
spring, to steal a canoe and follow the
coast home. But his boy, instead, had
come for him. And the shattered Pi-
erre Lecroix glanced proudly at the
boy who stood by the fire with misted
eyes.
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° It was May, called by the Crees the
“Mating Moon” of the birds. To the
south, in the land of the Ojibwas, it
was the “Moon of Flowers.” Long
since, the black-tipped wings of the
snowy geese had flashed overhead on
the long flight to the arctic islands.
Already th. gray Canadas were nest-
ing in the muskeg ponds back of Hun-
gry House, and the little brothers of
the air, duck and snipe and plover,
guarding their eggs on lonely backwa-
ters. .
- The grinding ice had plunged and
churned past to the bay. River bil-
lows and alder were reddening and the
young gr:se thrusting green from the
post clearing where huskies sprawled
in the warm sun. But there was an
air of unrest at the house of Angus
McCain. Daily, a mother, anxious of
face, talked nervously with the grave
factor and his head-man, of the ab-
sent Peterboro, which had, the August
before, started for the unknown Yel-
low-Leg.
Ten days overdue, there was hardly
a moment of the lengthening days
when some one at Hungry House was
not searching the river where it forked
at the delta islands for the black
speck of moving canoe, and the flash
of dripping paddles.
“I'm worried, Angus. I don’t want
Antoine .0 wait another day,” said
Mrs. McCain, one morning. “They may
have been smashed up in the rapids
—Ilost their food. I wish you'd send
him and Saul tomorrow.”
“Yes, Mother,” answered the sober
Angus, picking up his telescope and
starting across the factor’s plot, guard-
ed by dog-stockade, on his way to the
high shore.
In a half hour he returned.
“Nothing in sight?” demanded his
wife.
“No,” and McCain went to the trade
house to talk with his head-man. The
two were getting together an outfit
which would take the search through
to the Yellow-Leg ueadwaters when a
black head thrust through the trade-
house door.
“Cano’ comin’—at de islan’!” ap-
nounced Saul.
“The boys!” cried Angus McCain and
he hurried to his house to tell the wor-
ried mother of Brock; then joined An-
toine and Saul on the high shore above
the swollen river.
Where the river split into three
channels at the delta islands, a black
spot movely slowly upstream close to
the main shore. Focusing his small
handed it to Antoine,
“I can’t make it out yet, but there
seem to be more than two in the boat.”
“Ah-hah! Three—four paddle, I
t'ink,” answered the halfbreed,
“It's the Peterboro?”
“Ah-hah! Eet ees no bark cano’.”
Mrs. McCain joined the little group
of men, women and children on the
cliff shore, watching the approaching
boat,
“You're sure, Angus—there’s no mis-
take? It’s not Indians?
“It's the boys for sure, mother,” and
the relieved trader patted the shoulder
of the anxious mother.
“Four paddles, dere!” announced
Antoine, handing the glass to his chief.
“There’re no Indians wintering up
the coast—who in thunder have they
picked up?”
For an hour the canoe bucked the
drive of the current, hugging the shore
for the easier going there. They were
less than a mile distant when some
one shouted: “There are the dogs!”
On the beach, three huskies kept
abreast of the canoe.
“There’s Brock in the bow!” cried
Angus McCain as the craft approached
the post. “I’d know his shoulders, any-
where; and Gaspard’s steering her!”
Closer came the wanderers, and the
little group of excited people on the
high shore ran to the beach below to
welcome those who had returned from
the ruthless maw of the Yellow-Leg
wilderness.
her white apron, her eyes blinded with
tears. “Brockie! Brockie!” yelled in
chorus two young brothers and a sis-
ter, leaping like rabbits in their excite-
ment and joy.
“Gaspard! Kekway, Gaspard!”
shouted the halfbreeds, as the how and
stern men stood grinning, waving their
paddles at the shore.
Then, as he waved his arms at his
hulking ®on in the bow of the ap-
proaching canoe, Angus McCain gasped
in amazement. “Antoine, look! Raised
Pierre! Pierre Lecroix!” shouted the
astounded trader, running out into the
water to meet the canoe.
Standing in water to his knees, An-
gus McCain took his son in his arms,
then passed hic. on to the mother who
waited.
“Pierre!” The hands of Frenchman
and factor met in a lcng grip. “Man,
I'm glad to see you! We had given
you up!”
Then McCain saw the crippled leg.
Pierre Lecroix swung himself from
cunoe to beach, then standing sur-
rounded by the excited group, said
proudly, «s he rested a hand or the
shoulder of his son:
“Tru de long snows, dese boys here
were hunted by ‘Red Macbeth, and
twenty men. Dey want de Yellow-Leg
country for demself., Did Gaspard and
Brock run home? No, in March dey
hunt Macbeth—clear to de coast.”
The silent audience, Indian and
white, listened breathlessly as the
scarred Frenchman went on: “At de
mout’ of de Carcajou, dey find schoon-
[ see de sky red wid fire of burning
ship and shack—and dey tak’ me
home.”
Pierre Lecroix, choking with emo-
tion, then finished:
“Dese boy here, Brock and Gaspard,
do dese t’ings!”
With a cheer from the crowd, the re-
turned voyageurs were led to the post
clearing where the red emblem of the
great company, blazoned with the
white letters H. B. C. was hoisted.
Then as Brock and Gaspard stood grin-
ning at the honor about to be con-
crashed a volley from a dozen rifles.
With an arm about the mother who
smiled beside him, and a hand on the
massive skull of the great gray and
white husky nuzzling his sleeve, Brock
said to Gaspard, “Do we hunt the Yel-
low-Leg next long snows, partner?”
Gaspard’ black eyes snapped as he
gave Brock his answer: “Do de bird
come back in de spreeng?”’
[THE END.]
Willie Evidently Had
Heard of That Breed
Willie's mother was entertaining the
members of her bridge club, and Wil-
lie had been instructed as usual as to
conduct, ete, in the presence of the
visitors.
The guests arrived singly and in
pairs, and with each ringing of the
doorbéll Willie would run to the door
to “assist” his mother in receiving.
Between times he showed much in-
terest in the maid's preparation of tea
and the dainties that were to be
served.
All the guests had arrived save one,
and the ladies were all geated around
the room waiting. Finally the dila-
tory one arrived, bringing with her
in her arms a small Chow dog. Willie
took charge of the dog and the party
got under way.
tight. in the midst of a silence un-
usual for a women’s afternoon bridge
party, Willie appeared in the room
leading the dog.
“Mother,” shouted the youngster, “is
this dog a tea hound?’—Philadelphia
Public Ledger.
They Knew
The woman orator was raving and
ranting to an audience of men.
“Women,” she shrieked, “at all
times have been the backbone of all
nations, Who was the world’s great-
est hero? Helen of Troy! Who was
the world’s greatest martyr? Joan of
Arc! Who was the world’s greatest
ruler? Who, I say, was the world’s
greatest ruler?”
And simultaneously that entire
crowd of men arose and answered in
one voice, “My wife!”—JLondon Tid-
Bits
“Brock!” called his mother, waving |
from the dead! Well—I'll be—Hello! |
er and Macbeth’s camp. In de night |
ferred, from the foot of the flag pole !
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NEANDERTHAL MAN
The Neanderthal man, who roamed
the earth about 50,000 years ago, has
been reproduced in lifelike figures
in a setting like that in which he
lived, at the Field Museum of Natural
History in Chicago. The picture
shows the head of the family.
DAWES’ SECRETARY
Henry Dawes, twenty-three years
old, a year out of college, has been
chosen to be secretary to his uncle,
Gen. Charles G. Dawes, United States
ambassador to the Court of St. James
in London. Young Dawes’ home is
at Columbus, Ohio.
Another Washington “hang over”
Union Station plaza to house temporary war workers, is soon to be razed.
construction and have been called an eye sore for years,
Watermelon
More War Time Horrors to Be Razed
Ht
from the hectie days of 1918, the so-called Government Hotels, built in the
The buildings are of frame and stucco
Time Comes io the North
Four little negro pupils of a Chicago public school pooled resources and got a watermelon from a peddler,
Then the photographer came along. How much they like watermelon is nobody's business, but actions speak louder
Premier Duke Assumes His Titles
The duke of Norfolk, England's premier duke, being greeted by well
wishers as he left the church of St. Philip Henri, Arundel, after attending
services on his twenty-first birthday. Becoming of age, the youthful peer
assumed his estates and titles.
Largest Old Glory on the Capitol
hod
View of the largest American flag in the world as it was displayed across
the front of the United States Capitol where flag exercises were conducted by
the United States Flag association. The flag is 160 feet long and 90 feet wide.
It was sent to Washington from Detroit.
VOODOO DOCTOR
SLAIN BY MAN
HE DENIED AID
Killer Confesses, Tells How
Victim Refused to
“Charm” Wife.
Ala.—Voodooism and
Birmingham,
some negroes of South Alabama, 1t
ing reported from near Camden, Ala,
It was near midnight in a little
negro settlement eighteen miles east
of Camden, Brush was piled against
the rude cabin of Manse Hunter, an
As the flames commenced to shoot
skyward old Manse, badly burned, fled
| from the cabin. Some one, concealed
in the darkness, shot the old negro
dead as he ran,
For several days the crime was a
mystery. Then Will Cook, a neigh-
boring negro, now held in.the Wilcox
county jail, confessed. He related
a most weird tale cf negro sofcery,
| Sis and vengeance.
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Manse was a conjurer. A voodoo
doctor.
Cook was a believer. Since yea.s
ago, Manse had gone somewhere to
| learn black art and had returned with
[a “diploma,” a talisman of metal re-
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| Cook had seen the power of Manse's
charms.
Belief Is Firm.
belief was
Cook’s unshattered.
Manse could do anything. He had
opportunity to know, for since 1924 |
he had hired Manse to keep for him
the love of his wife, Eula, whom he |
| suspected of going with another ne-
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| aro. Gene Davenport,
| Frequently, almost daily, Cook saw
| Manse. He became intimate with
| him, reading to him and watching
{ him at his work.
| “He could kill anybody he wanted
to; he could run mules crazy; and
| make any white man or
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he could
Cook Shot Him Dead.
negro mistreat his own family and love
some other woman,”
his confession,
Apd Eula, Cook thought, ws
fluence.
Recently Manse’s
Cook's wife was
Davenport.
again. His wife had run away.
charms
He begged, he pleaded that
bring his wife back to him. But Manse
refused.
In an extremity of despair Cook
accused Manse of double-crossing him
—of working for Davenport instead
of against him,
Decides to Kill,
he decided he would kill.
But Davenport or Manse? Should
he kill the man to whom Eula had
gone? Or the conjurer?
Then he decided to strike at the
though he had planned to burn Manse
alive—and, walking seven
Manse’s cabin, built a pyre of brush-
wood about it,
When Manse escaped the flames
Cook shot him dead. Then Cook went
| home and to bed.
Cook’s conscience 1s clear, he told
| Sheriff F.
King of Camden, in his confession
of the crime to them.
this strange power for good or evil,
| of that section of the state.
Seattle Retains Ban
Against Firecrackers
| Seattle, Wash.—In the face of oppo-
| sition by cities of the Pacific coast,
this city will not lift the ban on fire-
| crackers for Fourth of July celebra-
ing Numerous communities in the
| West have repealed the law on the
ground that the firing of gunpowder
aids in buiiding up a respect for pa-
triotism. To prevent unnecessary fire
menace and the physical danger to
children officials here will not permit
the sale or use of firecrackers in any
form this yéar,
witch-burning is still practiced among |
has just come to light by a case be- |
aged negro, and the brush set on fire, |
sembling a watch in size and shape. |
Cook said in |
faith- |
ful to him only through Manse's in- |
failed. |
again going with |
But Cook went to Manse |
But Cooks’ faith in Manse remained. |
Manse |
And Manse admitted it was true. |
For a few days Cook brooded. Then |
root of the evil. He took his gun al- |
miles to |
EF. Taitt of Wilcox county, |
| and Depuly Fire Marshall George N. |
Manse was a power and he used |
and in killing him Cook says he has |
done a great service to the people |
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