The Cass County Sun (Linden, Tex.), Vol. 57, No. 26, Ed. 1 Tuesday, June 28, 1932 Page: 2 of 8
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THE CASS COUNTY SUN
Under Frozen Stais
DyCeofge J\4avsh
COPyRKjHT By P£NN PU3. CO
W.BLU. SERVICE.
FROM THE BEGINNING
At kU fur post. Sunset House, in the Canadian north, Jim Stuart, trader In charge,
with his headman, Omar, rescues Aurore L Blond, daughter of Stuart'* rival in the fur
business, from an overturned canoe in the lake. She prove# a charming companion, and
Stuart is naturally attracted. Jim's superior, Andrew Christie, displeased at Stuart's
trade shoving, allows him, at his request, one year to "make food." Paradis bribes sn
Indian to ambush Jim and Omar. The attempt fails, and Jim takes the Indian to
LeBlocui. After hearing the story, Le Blond diwhargei Parsdis. Jim and Aurore
acknowledge their mutual love, though Aurore is returning to Winnipeg, and Jim has
planned a canoe trip to make s personal appeal to the Indians, who have persistently
refused to trade their furs with him. He finds that Paradia has enlisted their supersti-
tion to discourage them from trading with Stuart. Paradis' men ambush Jim and Omar
again, but they are not harmed. Esau, half-breed partisan of Stuart, leaves on a mys-
terious Journey which they hope will result in the overthrow of "Jingwak," Indian
"medicine man*' in the pay of Paradis.
CHAPTER VII
—12—
In the gray dawn the canoe nosed
out of the river through the blanket
of mist mashing the still surface of
JS'amegami, the Ojihwa's Lake of the
Sturgeon. Here, living largely on
their sturgeon setlines and white-fish
nets, many hunters came with their
families to pass the swift weeks of
summer before they returned to the
far valleys and muskegs of their trap-
ping country. Here, the Pipestone In-
dians had told Jim and Omar, Jingwak
made his home, and from here. In De-
cember and .Tune, he led the hunters
south to the trade .at I^eBlond's.
Before the rising sun cleared the
smoking surface of the lake. Jim and
Omar went ashore and. hiding their
canoe in the brush, ate and slept.
From now on, the price of their safety
would be eternal vigilance. Their es-
cape to the south would mean that
henceforth Paradis would be a wanted
man—an outlaw. For him the dog-
teams of the police would comb a
thousand miles of forest. From Ru-
pert House to Fort Severn his ap-
pearance at a post would mean arrest.
The very existence of the North-West
company would hang on their repudia-
tion of his deeds in their behalf. Le-
Blond might have secretly sent him
to hide on the Sturgeon, but if Stuart
returned south, the master of Bonne
Chance must forever wash his hands
of Paradis. And this. Paradis, him-
self. only too well knew. So in the
search to learn the fate of old Esau
the men from Sunset House must use
the caution of the hunted creatures
of the forest.
But the lake was a large one. with
many Islands. Other connecting lakes
lay beyond. And the sole means of
learning whether Esau had avoided
Paradis and reached the Sturgeon was
by talking to the Ojlbwas who might
have seen or met him. In time some
of these Indians would carry the news
of Jim's presence to Paradis. But It
could not be avoided. They were
here, now. to save old Esau, If alive,
then. If possible, get out of the coun-
try. The expedition against the sor-
cerer. Jingwak. had come to this—a
hare fight for life. And neither Jim
nor Omar thought they could win.
After dark the peterboro started
down the lake with muffled paddles.
On the shore. In the distance, a fire
twinkled, like a star, for the nights
were growing cool.
"Shall we make a stab and see what
they know?" suggested Jim. "By day-
light Bsau would have passed In sight
of this camp."
"Aii-hah, dese peop' are alone here.
Eet might be long tam before dey see
oders an' tell dem about us."
So they landed at the camp. Jim
approached the small fire with the
customary "bo'-jo's" while Omar
«<)uatted in the gloom at the bow of the
canoe. His right hand, which rested
inside the gunwale, gripped a cocked
rifle.
"Bo'-Jo'!" The old Indian at the
fire rose at Jim's approach. Stuart's
roving eyes saw that he was alone.
The fire glow fell upon a tipl of cari-
bou hide, the door flaps of which were
closed.
The bright, mink-like eyes of the
old hunter measured the tall figure
of the white man from felt hat to
moccasins, but his weather-cured face,
♦teamed by the years, evidenced
neither excitement nor curiosity as
he said In OJIbwa; "You come far."
"Yes," Jim answered in the same
tongue, "we come far to talk with the
people of the Sturgeon country."
"What have you to tell them? That
Jingwak, the shaman, grows fat on
the flour and sugar of the trader,
FaradlsT"
Jim searched the shrewd eyes of the
Indian for signs of the derision which
the speech implied, but found none.
Still, the Ojibwa had used the identi-
cal words employed by Stuart at the
Pipestone lakes. This was interest-
ing. He would draw the old man out
and learn about Esau. Handing the
Ojibwa a plug of tobacco, he filled his
own pipe.
"I have mucii to tell them," Jim an-
swered. "It may be that you have
much to tell me. Are you alone?
Where is your family?"
The Indian gestured toward the
tlpi. "She is sick."
"Your wife?" Here was a stroke of
luck. Stuart carried a small medi-
cine case. It might be that the woman
had some slight ailment that he could
aid. He had often dressed wounds
for the Indians and knew the use of
simple medical remedies.
"Yes, she cut tier hand and her arm
is large, with much pain."
"Infected," thought Jim. "If It
hasn't gone too far I can clean it up.
That means grvtitude—the friendship
of these people. They may be useful.
And there's no ti'ne to waste."
"You have no son to help you on
your trap lines this winter?" Jim
asked.
The old man ga>^ed grimly into the
fire as he shook his head. "I am alone.
I had a son, but he Is a son no more.
He left me to follow the trader Para-
dis, and the long snows I have seen
fall, and melt to swell the rivers, are
many."
Here was luck! "Omar, come up
here!" Jim called In English to the
sentinel at the canoe.
"Go Into the tipi and look at the
sick squaw," came the guttural de-
mand from the gloom beyond the fire-
light.
The wily half-breed was not to be
drawn into a possible trap. With
cocked rifle, he waited for proof of the
Ojihwa's story. Invisible, he com-
manded the tipi and the fire.
"I have medirine and have cured
many Indians at the Lake of the Sand
Beaches." Jim said. "Your wife has
poisoned her hand. The poison moves
fast up the arm. It will reach her
neck—then her heart. If you would
have her live, I must see her at once."
For a space the Indian scrutinized
Jim's frank countenance, lit by the
fire glow. Then he entered the tipl.
from which directly issued a muffled
conversation broken by low moans.
That there was no treachery here.
Jim was satisfied.
The Indian emerged from the tent
and said: "She Is very sick. If the
medicine of the white man will help
her, she is willing to see him."
Lighting a torch of rolled birch-
bark, the Ojibwa led the way into the
tipi. As Jim followed, a crouched, In-
visible fisure held a rifle lined on the
lodge. Omar was taking no chances.
On a pile of skins Jim found a
squaw writhing in pain, the hand, cut
while cleaning fiqh. was red and
swollen, ihe Inflammation reaching to
the glands of the forearm. And her
head was hot with fever.
As he had guessed. It was a bad
case of Infection, hut there was a
chance of checking It as It had not
progressed to the shoulder. Return-
ing to his canoe, he took his medicine
case from a bag. and had the old man
heat a kettle of water. Then he said:
"This will give her pain. The wound
Is full of pus—of poison. It must be
cleaned out and washed with medicine.
Does she understand it will hurt her?"
The old man smiled grimly. "Has
she not been In pain for two sleeps?
She says the little knife can be no
worse."
So. In the flickering light of the
birch-bark Stuart opened the Inflamed
hand, cle; \ d out the wound, sterilized
it with bichloride of mercury, and
boond It up, while the drawn, gray 1
face of the old equaw wet with the
sweat of her agony, held to Its atoic
immobility.
They went outside to the Are, and
the stiff features of the Ojibwa soft-
ened as be said: "The white man's
medicine is strong. She will be well
again."
"I do not know." replied Jim. con-
sidering the situation. He might pull
the old woman out of ber Infection If
he stayed and dressed the arm. But
that meant the risk of showing them-
selves to camps In the vicinity. And
time was precious if they were to
help Esau. Omar would never agree
to it. But then, there was the brave
old soul in the tlpi who had not so
much as whimpered as he opened the
wound, helpless without him. How
could he leave her?
Out of the murk Omar suddenly ap-
peared at the fire.
"This Is Omar, my friend," said Jim,
as the two men exchanged "bo'-jo's"
and the customary handshakes. "You
have not told me your name."
The old man's seamed face expand-
ed In a chuckle. "My name Is Jinaw."
It was Ojibwa for rattlesnake, and
Omar's black eyes snapped as he said,
significantly thrusting a menacing
face Into that of the other: "You
got your poison fangs ready for some-
body?"
With unblinking eyes the Indian an-
swered the strange question. "My
fangs are waiting for the trader,
Paradis. and Jingwak, the shaman."
Jim glanced at Omar's surprised
face. Could it be that they had stum-
f
)
He Would Draw the Old Man Out
and Learn About Esau.
bled upon a possible ally, or was
Jinaw leading theui on to betray the
object of their search? And yet he
had trusted Jim with his squaw s arm.
"Why did you ask me if I had come
to tell the Ojibwns that Jingwak grows
fat on the flour of Paradis?" Jim de-
manded.
"Because, the sun before the last
sleep, Jingwak was here and said so."
"He was here?" Jim was thrilled.
This old man might have news of
Esau. "Wag he alone?"
"Yes, he was waiting for Paradis
who had been up river."
"Did he say why Paradis went up
river?"
"He said that Paradis went to drive
from the country the trader who had
been telling the Indians at the Lake of
the Great Stones that Jingwak was n
false shaman. I told him he could
prove that a lie by curing my squaw
who was sick."
"What did he do?"
"He said he had no time to set up
his medicine lodge, but would drive
the devils from her arm," said the old
man with a grimace.
"And he proved he was a wabeno,
for the devils stayed," laughed Jim.
The face of Jinaw twisted with hate.
"That Is why the fangs of Jinaw wait
for him," he said.
"Has Paradis returned?"
"I have not seen him."
"Have you seen an old man In a
bark canoe traveling this way?"
"No."
"Your son went with Paradis?"
"Yes, Jingwak said there were nine
with him. in two canoes."
Then, with a glance at Omar, .Tim
said: "Your son is not killed. We
spared him."
Jiriaw's face reflected his amaze-
ment. "You met them—ten of them
—and they did not stop you?"
"My medicine was too strong for
them. We left them lying on the trail,
hut they are not hurL"
For a long space Jlnaw's shrewd
eyes scrutinized the frank coun-
tenance of the white man. Then he
said quietly: "You have the face of
one whose heart is a stranger to fear;
you should have killed them. They
will never let you leave this lake
alive."
Ignoring the cheerful prophesy,
Omar broke into the conversation,
which had been carried on entirely In
Ojibwa. "Do all the people here be-
lieve in this wabeno. JingwakV"
"No, but many of the young men do."
"Will the old men listen to us If we
talk to them?"
"They will listen, but Paradis will
And you wltb his young men and kill
yon."
Omar grimaced In Jlnaw's grave
face. "The medicine of this white
man laughs at knife and ballet: Ask
Paradis what be did with his nine
men." Then Omar's swart face hard-
ened Into a menacing mask. "The
fangs of Jinaw seek the trader Para-
dis and this wabeno. They, also, are
our enemies. Jinaw is old, his son has
left him. and he needs friends. We
will be his friends."
The three tilled their pipes and sat
down by the fire, while Omar, now
convinced that the old Indian was
sincere, lost no time in planning to
make use of him In tlieir search for
Esau. As an earnest of their friend-
ship. Omar brought from the canoe,
flour, sugar, tea, and tobacco, none
of which the old man bad, and gave
the sick squaw a dipper of stimulating
tea. which she gratefully swallowed.
Then, heartened by the good fortune
which had led them to the tipl of
Jinaw, the Rattlesnake, they paddled
a mile down the shore and hid canoe
and outfit as the young moon broke
through the clouds above a lake drift-
ed with shadows.
While the sky cleared and, here and
there, the mirror of the lake picked
up the stars, one question harassed
the thoughts of the two men who had
been told by Jinaw that their canoe
would never turn south up the racing
Sturgeon: Where was Esau?
As the night deepened and the moon
dipped toward the black buttresses of
the spruce ridge flanking the western
shore, its beams touched two blurred
shapes stretched in an open space be-
side a stony beach. Far out on the
lake the funereal night wall of a loon
lifted from the shadows. Then, for a
long space, forest and lake slumbered,
until, at last, on the heavy silence of
the timbered shore broke the deep-
toned "whoo-hoo-hoo, whooo-whooo 1"
of the horned owl. But' the shapes In
the blankets lay like dead men.
Again the hush of the tomb returned
to the forest, while the moon rode
from sight behind a drift of cloud,
and murk swallowed the muffled fig-
ures on the shore. For a time the
patrols of the forest night gave no
voice, then the hunting call of the
feathered assassin of the shadows
again marred the deep peace. But the
shaggy sentinel. Smoke, no longer
kept guard beside his sleeping master.
The sinister sound was unheard. The
blanketed heaps did not stir.
Time passed and the moon broke
from its curtain of cloud to light the
lake shore and touch the wrapped I
shapes near the hidden canoe. Then, j
close by. like the stealthy movement I
of padded feet, sounded a faint rustle.
For a long space, silence; and the
sound was repented. Again, silence,
while the night grew older; until,
with the noiselessness of a snake,
something left the packed gloom of
the scrub arid writhed into the moon-
light.
Near the two still shapes now lay a
third.
Again movement in the black murk
of the brush, the swift progress of a
dark body, and where two had lain—
now lay four.
Heavy with silence the forest slum-
bered on
Then a moonbeam touched bright
metal In the lifted hands of two
kneeling men as they struck at the
huddled figures between tbem— struck
again. But their knife hands did not
lift for the third blow at the sleeping
men. for, like the rush of stalking
wolves, the impact of two heavy bodies
ground their faces Into the soil, as
the skinning knives of Omar Bolsvert
and Jim Stuart drove deep into their
backs.
Leaving the tricked henchmen of
Paradis stiffening beside the blanketed
heaps which the men from Sunset
House had cunningly arranged to
simulate the shapes of sleeping men,
Jim and Omar listened in the murk of
the shore willows for the sound of
muffled paddles or men moving In the
forest in the rear of the camp.
"I tole you de trick would work,"
Omar breathed Into the ear of his
chief. "Jinaw, he fool me, but 1 have
fear jus' de same. He tole dem we go
little piece down de lak' to sleep."
"Old Jinaw! To think he would
betray us!" murmured Jim, bitter
with the thought of the treachery of
the Indian whom he had befriended.
"Dey see us from de lak' w'ile we
talk to de Rattlesnake at de fire.
Hees fangs weel spit no more poison
w'en Omar squezze hees front."
"And his squaw—poor old soul!"
"Ah-hah! She ees de moder of wan
ov dose who come to keel us een our
sleep, mebbe. You sorry for her?"
"Yes, I am sorry for her. She was
so game when I hurt her. I believe
I could have saved her, too. Now
she'll die—If you put Jinaw out of the
way."
"Shish !"
The steel-hard fingers of Omar
closed on Jim's arm as the straining
ears of the two waited for the repeti-
tion of a sound back In the forest
Shortly It came.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
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