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THE NEW ULM ENTERPRISE, THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 12, 1»42
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By ARTHUR STRINGER
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CHAPTER X
PENETRO
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ers in the service.
cigarettes and smoking tobacco
are preferred gifts. Sales records
Christmas gift list give a carton
cigarettes or a pound of smokh
A figure that hesitated for only a moment and then
shallow water.
teens show the favorite cigarette
is Camel. And, of course, for the
service man who smokes a pipe—•
give Prince Albert—the National
Joy Smoke. You have your choice
of Camels in the Christmas Carton
containing 10 packages of 20's—OS
the Camel * Holiday House’’ of foug
Prince AN
I go at what I am about as it
there was nothing else in the
world for the time being. That's
the secret of all hard-working
men.—Charles Kingsley.
at that game,
“And
Serve the Festive Bird—Plump With Stuffing
(See Recipes Below.)
He would be glad, he knew, to
hear the rdar of that engine again.
He eyen quickened his pace as he
recognized the cove where his ship
was anchored.
Then his gladness vanished and a
tingle of apprehension went through
his body. For as he glanced down
at the waterfront he saw that his
mooring lines had been cast of! and
his plane was adrift. He could see
it moving in the freshening breeze,
circling slowly about until the pon-
toons grounded on a gravel-bar.
His response to that discovery was
both immediate and unreasoned. He
went sliding down the ridge side and
splashing through the shallows as he
rounded the cove end. The intrud-
er aboard the plane must have seen
him as he went.
Slade could make
shouldered figure
down to a float, a
hesitated for only a moment and
then leaped into the shallow wa-
ter and waded ashore. Once
ashore be slipped away into the
spruce slopes and was lost to
sight.
Slade's first impulse was to race
after him. But the most important
thing, he remembered, was his
plane. He went splashing out and
climbed aboard. There his quick eye
inventoried his instrument board,
assessed engine and controls, and
discovered no damage to his ship.
His smile was grim as he replaced
the breaker assembly which was es-
sential to the life of his motor.
Its absence, he suspected, had kept
that wide-shouldered intruder from
taking of! and disappearing into
the unknown. And that wide-shoul-
dered skulker, he had every reason
to believe, was Frayne’s man Kar-
nell.
Indignation was still burning
through Slade's body as he gunned
the motor and rose into the air. He
circled twice over the lakeside
spruce slopes, searching without re-
ward for any sign of life there. Then
he veered back and circled twice
over the island-studded water where
he knew Frayne’s observation post
to be. But the only sign of life he
caught from that quarter was the
sudden wing-flutter of a huge male-
trumpeter, who interrupted his
watchful driftings to lift his long
neck and fling a cry of defiance up
at the cloud-cleaving wings of his
rival. Slade caught the sound of
that trumpeted challenge, even
through his engine roar, as he
turned south and headed for the
camp at the mouth of the Kasakana.
Slade had the feeling of being in
more friendly territory when he saw
Lake Avikaka once more under his
floats. But no welcoming figures
emerged from the shack as he cir-
cled over it in the evening light.
No kindly old voice called out to
him as he moored beside the land-
ing stage.
That left him both puzzled and de-
pressed, until his ear caught the
sound of a distant detonation. He
knew well enough the meaning of
that blast. It meant that Zeke and
Minty had foregone their usual sup-
per hour to keep on with their mine
work, delving like badgers along
some new drift or pounding rock at
the bottom of some new test pit.
Slade, standing back between the
shadowy ore piles, could see Zeke
crimp a mercury cap with his teeth
and stick it into a dynamite car-
tridge before disappearing in the pit
mouth. It was that old sourdough’s
fixed rule, he remembered, never
to use powder until down to hard
rock. Their methods may have been
those of a passing generation, but
they had found something worth
while. For after a second detona-
tion and a second scrambling down
the pit mouth Slade could hear Min-
ty’s cackle of triumph as he inspect-
ed a fragment of blue quartz which
Zeke’s tremulous fingers held just
under his nose.
“She's rich, all right,” cried Min-
ty. “You can see her with the naked
eye.”
"She’s the best yet," Zeke agreed
as he continued to squint at the
ragged quartz slab. “And now we
know she's there, you old thimble-
ribber, it's about time to call it a
day.”
It was then that Slade called out
to them. That call, through the
long-houred evening light, caused
Minty to wheel about with a star-
tled grunt at the same moment that
Zeke's long arm swung out to catch
up a rifle that had rested unseen
■gainst the windlass frame.
“Put it down, you old quartz-chip-
per; put it down,” was Slade's cry
as he advanced toward them.
The two taut figures relaxed. The
like crisp celery tasty
add 2 cups finely
celery to the bread
Lynn Says:
Speaking of Stuffings: The old-
fashioned bread dressing is easi-
ly adapted to many variations.
Here is the basic idea: To 1H
pounds of dried bread cut in one-
inch cubes add to to 1 cup melted
butter, 1 teaspoon salt, to tea-
spoon white pepper, V* cup
minced onion, cooked but not
browned, and 2 tablespoons of
poultry dressing. Toss lightly and
stuff fowl.
If you
dressing,
chopped
dressing.
On the
the crispness of chestnuts, add 1
pound of chestnuts, chopped and
cooked.
Giblets go well with bread
dressing, cook and chop and toss
into bread dressing. Mushrooms
are distinctive, if simply chopped
and sauteed in butter and added
to bread stuffing.
Oysters make a tempting dress-
ing. Use 1 pint, chopped and
heated until edges cur] in 3 ta-
blespoons butter.
That Nagging
Backache
you
gas
day
hills,” Minty
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hostility went out of their faces. But
Zeke's eyes remained troubled.
“You mustn’t do things like that,
Lindy. I might’ve given you a air
hole through the esophagus."
“I’d rather you gave me a meal,"
said the new-comer, as they shook
hands and headed toward the shack.
“You're too old to keep to a sixteen-
hour day like this."
Minty pointed an accusatory fin-
ger at the flyer.
“So you’re givin’ us the go-by
these days!” he questioned.
“What does that mean!" asked
Slade as they trudged shackward.
"Weren't you in this neighborhood
two nights ago!"
Slade stopped in his tracks.
"Why do you ask that!"
“ ’Cause I heard you when
came down to pick up them
drums. And I heard you the
before, over the
asserted.
“Wait a minute," cried Slade.
“You don’t mean my gas is gone!”
“You know it’s gone, you night-
prowlin’ puddle-jumper. But why in
heck did you tote off them two dozen
old ore bags!”
Slade studied the two old faces
so wrinkled with concern.
“You say you heard a plane!” he
questioned.
"We sure did," said Minty. "And
heard it more 'n once. What’s more,
I seen it.”
“This," said Slade, “is going to
need a little looking into.”
Zeke agreed with him.
"We don't want no strangers
snoopin’ round this territory,” he
proclaimed.
"How about that nincompoop in
specks who's nosin' out swans'
nests!” questioned Minty. "He’s the
only outsider within a crow flight
o' this camp."
"But he has no plane," said Slade.
"And no need for one.”
"Well, he’d better
this claim,'* croaked
Minty.
“But two can play
Minty," Slade pointed out.
there's something going on between
here and Echo Harbor that needs
a bit of looking into.”
"I seen a plane all right," main-
tained the scowling Minty. "But I
can’t Agger out why he’d be flyin’
across empty country.”
“Or what in heck he'd swipe two
dozen ore bags for," added Zeke.
Minty’s apprehensive eye rested
on the young flyer.
"Looks to me, son, as though you
was the bird to do some needed
scoutin’ round here. That Snow-Ball
Baby o' yours could cover the whole
Barrens while Minty and me was
footin’ it through fifteen miles o’
muskeg.”
“You're right, Zeke,” Slade ac-
knowledged. “And after I swing
south tomorrow I'm coming back to
do a little investigating along the
Anawotto.
Slade, hightailing it for his home
port on the Snye, headed southward
with a sense of something un-
finished, a contradiction unrecon-
ciled, a problem unsolved. His first
move, after landing and having a
feflr hurried words with the redoubt-
able Cassidy, was to hurry over to
Cruger and his plain-boarded ad-
ministration building.
“What held you up!" was that
official’s curt demand.
"Stolen gas," said Slade. "There's
somebody robbing our emergency
caches."
Cruger, at that announcement,
wheeled about on him.
"At what stations!”
"At Wolf Lake. And later at Avi-
kaka."
The pilot could see his chiefs
mouth harden with exasperation.
"So we're getting it from all
sides I" exclaimed Cruger. "You
know, of course, we haven’t spotted
a trace of that lost Lockheed!”
Slade nodded.
"I talked with Cassidy, down at
the dock. I’d a question or two 1
wanted to ask him. It didn't help
much."
"Nothing from Cassidy has helped
much," said his partner. "But a
plane can't be carried off like a
snatched pocketbook. It can’t be
hidden away and it can't'be sold
and it can’t be passed on to others."
"Then what’s the answer!" asked
Slade.
“That's something still ahead of
Now that the frost-nipped days
have come and we’ve gathered the
harvest. Thanks-
giving time is
here again. It
really is a Thanks-
giving, for a year
of plenty if not of
peace, and it’s
to be celebrated
with a dinner
symbolic of the
plenty of harvest.
Your family will
feel a deep and heartfelt satisfaction
if you place yellow-gold and deep
crimson autumn leaves over the
mantel, or provide a blazing fire
and have bowls of lush colored
grapes, crisp shelled nuts, blushing
pears and apples within reach.
The Bird Itself.
Select tender chicken for roasting.
Pick dry. Singe and take out pin
feathers with tweezers. Cut around
vent and make split almost to tip
of breastbone. Insert hand and take
out entrails carefully from back and
sides. Pull out. Be sure lungs are
removed. Push back skin of neck,
and cut off neck close to body. Re-
move windpipe. Separate gizzard,
heart and liver and cut away gall
bladder which is attached to liver,
being careful not to break it. Cut
through gizzard and clean. Remove
oil sack from tail.
Wash outside with cold water.
Wipe inside with damp cloth. Sprin-
kle inside with
salt and then stuff
loosely. Insert
toothpicks or met-
al pins across
opening and lace
them with cord.
Fold skin of neck
over back and
fasten with toothpick. Fold wings
across back. Tie ends of legs to-
gether with a cord, then bring cord
around tail and forward to tip of
wings to tie. Rub skin with fat (un-
called) and place on roaster rack.
Roast uncovered in a moderately
slow oven (325-350 degrees) 30 min-
utes to the pound for a chicken un-
der 3 to pounds, 22-25 minutes for a
chicken over 4 pounds.
Stuffing.
(Makes 3H cups)
to cup rice
3 caps boiling water
to teaspoon salt
to cap fat
VS cup diced eelery
to cup chopped onion
5to cups oven-popped rice cereal
2 tablespoons minced parsley
1 tablespoon poultry seasoning
to teaspoon salt
to cup stock
Wash rice thoroughly in a sieve.
Drain well. Add rice to boiling wa-
ter slowly as water continues to bub-
ble. Boil rapidly about 20 minutes
until rice is tender, then drain.
Brown celery and onion in fat.
Female Weakness
AND HELP BUUD UP RED BLOOD!
Thanksgiving Dinner
Chilled Cranberry Juice
Roast Chicken or Turkey
With Rice Stuffing
Baked Hubbard Squash
* Brussels Sprouts
•Yams With Oranges
•Apple Muffins
Pickled Pears Cucumber Pickles
•Hot Mince (or Hot Apple Pie)
Coffee Cider Milk
Raisins Nuts
•Recipe Given
'Every ship in
this Dominion has to pass govern-
mental inspection and carry ■ li-
cense. It can’t make a move with-
out being checked and counter-
checked. It couldn’t land across the
Line without customs permits and
it couldn’t stay there without be-
ing reported.”
"It’s a pretty big country," was
Slade’s altogether unsatisfactory re-
ply.
"Not to a cloud-dodger who can
go from here to Aklavik in fourteen
hours," contended Cruger, who add-
ed, not without acerbity: “And keep
his eyes open!”
Slade was willing to let that pass.
“Did you ever stop to think about
motives,” he asked, “in the swip-
ing of that Lockheed!”
“I’m not a mind-reader,” retorted
the older man. "But I know this
much: a crack-pot who’d high-jack
a plane like that would always be
ready to take chances in the air."
“He must have known how to fly.”
Cruger’s eye became meditative
as it went up to the wall map.
"You mentioned the Avikaka,” he
said. “That's well on toward the
Anawotto, isn’t it!”
Slade acknowledged that it was.
"About as empty country
you’ve got on your run!”
“It’s not on my run. But it's
empty, all right. Mostly bird life
and barrens. It's the district I
dropped your swan-hunter in.”
Cruger’s gaze became reflective.
“Oh, yes; the swan-hunter. He
told us he wanted to stay anchored
there until after the freeze-up.”
“And perhaps later," said Slade.
"I saw him on my way
he seems to want just
be left alone.”
“It just doesn’t add
Cruger.
Slade tried to make his smile a
casual one.
“How about me trying to make it
add up!” he suggested. He had, as
he stood there, been doing a bit
of rough and ready mathematics of
his own.
"Wha^ could you do!”
“After dropping my pay load at
Conjuror’s Bay,” Slade suggested,
“I might scout around where I felt
it would do the most good. I mean,
scout around in earnest.”
Cruger's glance went up to the
wall map again.
"The field's too big,” he said,
“no one man could fine-comb that
territory. And in a couple of weeks
we’d have you to look for.”
"I’d take a chance on that,” said
the man with the Viking eyes.
“But you wouldn’t even know
what you were looking for.”
“Don’t be too sure of that," was
the delusively casual reply. "I've
a hunch or two I'd rather like to
sound out."
“About what!”
“First, about that Anawotto coun-
try.”
"This company can’t operate on
hunches," Cruger averred in a voice
that was less friendly than his gaze.
“And that's a fine country to get
lost in."
“I don't think I’d get lost,” Slade
said. “I know the lay-out there a
little better than most bush hawks.
And if I went in I’d gd with camp
equipment and extra fuel and ra-
tions.”
"And grow whiskers and go na-
tive," observed Cruger, "and leave
us with two planes out of service!”
Slade ignored the note of mock-
ery.
"I usually get back," he an-
nounced.
Cruger's face lost its frown.
"You do,” he acknowledged. “But
a trip like that would mean
way radio, to keep in touch with
us.”
"I wouldn’t want radio,” said
Slade. “That would be spilling the
beans to everyone between Edmon-
ton and Point Barrow. What I’d
rather have would be a belt ax and
an air mattress, and perhaps a fish
net. And a magazine rifle. And an
extra mosquito bar. The flies are
bad in that section these days.”
"Sounds to me, Lindy, as though
you wanted to follow up that looney-
bird-lover and look for swans."
"No, I won’t be looking for
swans," said Slade. “It will be for
something bigger than a trumpet-
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up,” said
Stir in rice and mix well. Crush
oven-popped rice cereal into coarse
crumbs, add parsley, seasonings
and stock. Combine with rice and
mix thoroughly.
•Yams With Oranges.
(Serves C)
2 to 3 pounds yams
2 oranges, peeled
to cup brown sugar
Ito caps pineapple juice
Peel raw potatoes and slice into
buttered casserole. Lay sliced or-
anges between yam slices, sprinkle
brown sugar over all, then add pine-
apple juice. Bake in a moderate
(350-degree) oven for 1 hour or un-
til tender.
•Brussels Sprouts.
Cut off wilted leaves, leave whole,
and wash thoroughly. Cook covered
in a small amount of boiling, un-
salted water for 10 to 15 minutes.
Flavor with melted butter, salt, pep-
per and mix in to cup chopped
chestnuts.
A hot muffin with the tang of fall
—these spicy apple muffins are
guaranteed to whet the most listless
—if there be such on Thanksgiving
day—appetite:
•Apple Muffins
(Makes 20)
tli caps sifted flour
3to teaspoons baking powder
to teaspoon salt
to teaspoon cinnamon
H teaspoon nutmeg
4 tablespoons shortening
to cup sugar
1 egg, beaten
1 cup evaporated milk (undiluted)
1 cup finely chopped, raw apples
Sift dry ingredients. Cream short-
ening and sugar, stir in egg and add
flour alternately
with milk. Fold
in apples and fill
greased muffin
tins almost full.
Sprinkle tops of
muffins with ad-
ditional sugar
(about 2 tablespoons in all) mixed
with a dash of cinnamon and nut-
meg. Bake in a moderately hot
(425 degree) oven 20 to 25 minutes.
Busy homemakers like to use pre-
pared, packaged or canned mince-
meat for pies, but there are still
many of you, who I am sure will
like putting up some right in your
own kitchen. Here’s how:
•Grandmother’s Mincemeat Pie.
pounds beef neck
pound suet
pounds tart apples
cups sugar
pound* currants
pounds seedless raisins
to pound citron, cut
Juice and grated rind of 2 oranges
Juice and rind of 3 lemons
1 pint eider
1 tablespoon salt
Ito teaspoons nutmeg
to teaspoon cinnamon
to teaspoon maeo
Cook beef slowly in hot water for
3 hours. Cool and force through
food chopper with suet and apples,
using coarse grinder. Add remain-
ing ingredients, blending thorough-
ly. Cook slowly one hour, then seal
in sterilized jars. This makes <
quarts.
Line pie tin with pastry, then pour
in mincemeat. Top with criss-cross
or lattice crust and bake In a hot
oven 35 minutes.
us," said Cruger.
Grandfather says:
PAZOi PILES
Relieves pain and soreness
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