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THE CAROLINA WATCHMAN, SALISBURY, N. C.
AZAN
The Story of a Dog
By JAMES OLIVER CURWOOD
Copyright Bobbs-MerrUl Co.
KAZAN BECOMES THE FATHER OF THREE WOLF DOG
PUPPIES, AND IN TRYING TO DEFEND THEM AND
GRAY WOLF HAS A DEADLY FIGHT .
Kazan, a vicious Alaskan sledge (Jog, one-quarter wolf, saves the
life of Thorpe, his master, and is taken along when the master goes
to civilization to meet his bride" and return with her to the frozen
country. Isobel, Kazan's new mistress, wins his instant affection by
her kindness. Back in the wilderness, McCready, a guide, beats Thorpe
insensible and attacks the bride. Kazan kills the assailant, flees to the
woods, joins a wolf pack, whips the leader, takes a young mate, Gray
Wolf, and a few nights later drives off the pack which had attacked
Pierre, a sick man, his daughter Joan, and her baby. Then, held by
Joan's kindness, Kazan stays with her. Pierre dies. Joan and Kazan
start with the sledge to the settlement and Joan falls exhausted. The
dog saves her and the baby, and with Gray Wolf, establishes a lair
near Joan's home.
CHAPTER X Continued.
10
. "Good old Kazan," she cried softly,
putting her face down close to him.
"We're glad you came, Kazan, for
we're going to be alone tonight baby
and I. Daddy's gone to the post, and
you must care for us while he's away."
She tickled his nose with the end of
her long shining braid. This always
delighted the baby, for in spite of his
stoicism Kazan had to sniff and some
times to sneeze, and twig his ears. And
it pleased him, too. He loved the sweet
scent of Joan's hair.
"And you'd fight for us, if you had
to, wouldn't you?" she went'on. Then
she rose quietly. "I must close the
door," she said. "I don't want you to
go away again today, Kazan. You
must stay with us."
Kazan went off to his corner, and lay
down. Just as there had been some
strange thing at the top of the Sun
4 Rock to disturb him that day, so now
there was a mystery that disturbed
him in the cabin. He sniffed the air,
trying to fathom its secret. Whatever
it was, It seemed to make his mistress
different, too. And she was digging
out all sorts of odds and ends of things
about the cabin, and doing them up in
packages. Late that night, before she
went to bed, Joan came and snuggled
her hand close down beside him for a
few moments.
"We're going away," she whispered,
and there was a curious tremble that
was almost a sob in her voice. "We're
going home, Kazan. We're going away
down where his people live where
they have churches, and cities, and mu
sic, and all the beautiful things in the
world. And we're going to take you,
Kazan !"
Kazan didn't understand. But he
was happy at having the woman so
near to him, and talking to him. At
these times he forgot Gray Wolf. The
dog that was in him surged over his
quarter-strain of wildness, and the
woman and the baby alone filled his
world. But after Joan had gone to her
bed, and all was quiet in the cabin, his
old uneasiness returned. He rose to
his feet and moved stealthily about the
cabin, sniffing at the walls, , the door
and the things his mistress had done
into packages. A low whine rose in
his throat. Joan, half asleep, heard it,
and murmured : ' .
"Be quiet, Kazan. Go to sleep go
to sleep "
Long after that, Kazan stood rigid
in the center of the room, listening,
trembling. And faintly he heard, far
away, the wailing cry of Gray Wolf.
But tonight it was not the cry of lone
liness. It sent a thrill through him.
He ran to the door, and whined, but
Joan was deep in slumber and did not
hear him. Once more he heard the
cry, and only once. Then the night
grew still. He crouched down near
the door.
Joan found him there, still watchful,
still listening, when she awoke in the
early morning. She came to open the
door for him, and in a moment he was
gone. His feet seemed scarcely to
touch the earth as he sped in the di
rection of the Stm Rock. Across the
plain he could see the cap of it already
painted with a golden glow. '
He came to the narrow winding trail,
and wormed-his way up it swiftly.
Gray Wolf was not at the top to
greet him. But he could smell her, and
the scent of that other thing was strong
in the air. His muscles tightened; his
legs grew tense. Deep down in his
chest there began the low rumble of a
growl. He knew now what that strange
thing was that had haunted him, and
made him uneasy: It was life. Some
thing that lived and breathed had in
vaded the home which he and Gray
Wolf had chosen. He bared his long
fangs, and a snarl of defiance drew
back his lips. Stiff-legged, prepared to
spring; his neck and head reaching out,
he approached the two rocks between
which Gray Wolf .had crept the night
before. She was still there. And with
her was something else. After a mo
ment the tenseness left Kazan's body.
His bristling crest dropped until it lay
flat. His ears shot forward, and he
put his head and shoulders between
the two rocks, and whined softly. And
Gray Wolf whined. Slowly Kazan
backed out, and faced the rising sun.
Then he lay down, so that bis body.
That Turned Wolf
shielded the entrance to the chamber
between the rocks.
Gray Wolf was a mother.
CHAPTER XI.
The Tragedy on Sun Rock.
All that day Kazan guarded the top
of the Sun Rock. Fate, and the fear
and brutality of masters, had hereto
fore kept him from fatherhood, and he
was puzzled. Something told him now
that he belonged to the Sun Rock, and
not to the cabin. The call that came
to him from over the plain was not so
strong. At dusk Gray Wolf came out
from her retreat, and slunk to his side,
whimpering, and nipped gently at his
shaggy neck. It was the old instinct of
his fathers that made him respond- by
caressing Gray Wolf's face with his
tongue. Then Gray Wolf's jaws opened,
and she laughed in short panting
breaths, as if she had been hard run.
She was happy, and as they heard a
little snuffling sound from between the
rocks, Kazan wagged his tail, and Gray
Wolf darted back to her young.
The babyish cry and its effect upon
Gray Wolf taught Kazan his first les
son in fatherhood. Instinct again told
him that Gray Wolf could not go down
to the hunt with him now that she
must stay at the top of the Sun Rock.
So when the moon rose he went down
alone, and toward dawn returned with
a big white rabbit between his jaws. It
was the wild in him that made him do
this, and Gray Wolf ate ravenously
Then he knew that each night here
after he must hunt for Gray Wolf
and the little whimpering creatures
hidden between the two rocks.
The next day, and still the next, he
did not go to the cabin, though he
heard the voices of both the man and
the woman calling him. On the fifth
he went down, and Joan and the baby
were so glad that the woman hugged
him, and the baby kicked and laughed
and screamed at him, while the man
stood by cautiously, watching their
demonstrations with a gleam of disap
probation in his eyes.
"I'm afraid of him," he told Joan for
the hundredth time. "That's the wolf
gleam in his eyes. He's of a treacher
ous breed. Sometimes I wish we'd
never brought him home."
"If we hadn't: where would the baby
have gone?" Joan reminded him, a
little catch in her voice.
"I had almost forgotten that," said
her husband. "Kazan, you old devil, I
guess I love you, too." He laid his
hand caressingly on Kazan's head.
"Wonder how he'll take to life down
there?" he asked. "He has always
been used to the forests. It'll seem
mighty strange."
"And so have I always been used
to the forests," whispered Joan. "I
guess that's why I love Kazan next to
you and the baby. Kazan dear old
Kazan !"
This, time Kazan felt and scented
more of that mysterious change in the
cabin. Joan and her husband talked
incessantly of their plans when they
were together; and when the man was
away Joan talked to the baby, and to
him. And each time that he came
down to the cabin during the week that
followed, he grew more and more rest
less, until at last the man noticed the
change in him.
"I believe he knows," he said to Joan
one evening. "I believe he knows we're
preparing to leave." Then he added :
"The river was rising again today. It
will be another week before we can
start, perhaps longer."
That same night the moon flooded
the top of the Sun Rock with a golden
light, and out into the glow of it came
Gray Wolf, with her three little whelps
toddling behind her. There was much
about these soft little balls that
tumbled about him and snuggled in
his tawny coat that reminded Kazan
of the baby. At times they made the
same queer, soft little sounds, and they
staggered about on their four little
legs just as helplessly as baby Joan
made her way about on two. He did
not fondle them, as Gray Wolf did,
but the touch of them, and their baby
ish whimperings, filled him with a kind
of pleasure that he had never experi
enced before.
The moon was straight above them,
and the night was almost as bright as
day, he went auwn ugain to hunt
for Gray Wolf. At the foot of the rock
a big whfte rabbit popped up ahead of
him, and he gave chase. For half a
mile he pursued, until the wolf instinct
in him rose over the dog, and he gave
up the futile, race. A deer he might
have overtaken, but small game the
wolf must hunt as the fox hunts it,
and he began to slip through the thick
ets slowly and as quietly as a shadow.
He was a mile from the Sun Rock
when two quick leaps put Gray Wolfs
supper between his jaws. He trotted
back slowly, dropping the big seven
pound snow-shoe hare now and then to
rest
When he came to the narrow trail
that led to the top of the Sun Rock he
stopped. In that trail was the ,warm
scent of strange feet. The rabbit fell
from his jaws. Every hair in his body
was suddenly electrified into life. What
he scented was noj the scent of a rab
bit, a marten or a porcupine. Fang
and claw had climbed the path ahead
of him. And then, coming faintly to
him from the top of the rock, he heard
sounds which sent him up with a ter
rible whining cry. When he reached
the summit he saw in the white moon
light a scene that stopped him for a
single moment. Close to the edge of the
sheer fall to the rocks, fifty feet below.
Gray Wolf was engaged in a death
struggle with a huge gray lynx. She
was down and under, and from her
there came a sudden sharp terrible cry
of pain.
Kazan flew across the rock. His at
tack was the swift silent assault of the
wolf, combined with the greater cour
age, the fury and the strategy of tha
husky. Another husky would have died
in that first attack. But the lynx was
not a dog or a wolf. It was "Mow-lee,
the swift," as the Sarcees had named
it the quickest creature in the wilder
ness. Kazan's inch-long fangs should
have sunk deep in its jugular. But in
a fractional part of a second the lynx
had thrown itself back like a huge soft
ball, and Kazan's teeth buried them
selves in the flesh of its neck instead
of the jugular. And Kazan was not
now fighting the fangs of a wolf in the
pack, or of another husky. He was
fighting claws claws that ripped like
twenty razor-edged knives, and which
even a jugular hold could not stop.
Once he had fought a lynx in a trap,
and he had not forgotten the lesson the
battle had taught him. He fought to
pull the lynx down, instead of forcing
it on its back, as, he would have done
Kazan's Teeth Sank Deeper.
with another dog or a wolf. He knew
that when on its back the fierce cat
was most dangerous. One rip of its
powerful hind feet could disembowel
him.
Behind him he heard Gray Wolf sob
bing and crying, and he knew that she
was terribly hurt. He was filled with
the rage and strength of two dogs, and
his teeth met through the flesh and
hide of the cat's throat. But the big
lynx escaped death by half an inch. It
would take a fresh grip to reach the
jugular, and suddenly Kazan made the
deadly lunge. There was an instant's
freedom for the lynx, and in that mo
ment it flung itself back, and Kazan
gripped at its throat on top.
The cat's claws ripped through his
flesh, cutting open his side a little
too high to kill. Another stroke and
they would have cut to his vitals. But
they had struggled close to the edge of
the rock wall, and suddenly, without a
snarl or a cry, they rolled over. It was
fifty or sixty feet to the rocks of the
ledge below, and even as they pitched
over and over in the fall, Kazan's teeth
sank deeper. They struck with ter
rific force, Kazan uppermost. The
shock sent him half a dozen feet from
his enemy. He was up like a flash,
dizzy, snarling, on the defensive. The
lynx lay limp and motionless where it
had fallen. Kazan came nearer, still
prepared, and sniffed cautiously. Some'
thing told him that the fight was over.
He turned and dragged himself slowly
along the ledge to the trail, and re
turned to Gray Wolf.
The fight with the lynx ne
cessitates a complete change in
the course of life for Kazan and
Gray Wolf as described in the
next installment.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Silver in Early. Times.
In very early times silver was used
for ornaments. Spain appears to nave
been the chief source from which silver
was obtained by the ancients. It is
thought the hills of Palestine may hav-.
furnished some supply of this uhi.
MfENfiTlONAL
SUWSfflOOL
Lesson
(By IS. O. SELLERS, Acting Director of
the Sunday School Course of the Moody
Bible Institute.)
(Copyright, 1917, Western Newspaper Union.)
LESSON FOR JUNE 3
JESUS BETRAYED AND DENIED.
LESSON TEXT John 18:1-11, 15-17.
GOLDEN TEXT He was despised and
rejected of men. Isa. 53:3.
In teaching this lesson to some of
the younger classes, emphasis might be
placed upon the dramatic scene in the
garden of Gethsemane, and Peter's de
nial at the fire. In some of the inter
mediate classes the scholars might be
asked to write short, one-minute es
says, describing the scene as though
they, themselves, were present. For
the adult classes of course the central
theme is the way that Christ's follow
ers neglect him today even as the dis
ciples slept in Gethsemane. and be
trayed him like Judas or denied him
like Peter.
I. The Place of Retreat (w. 1-3). In
his emphasis upon the spiritual gran
deur of the deity of Jesus, John does
not dwell upon the agony in the gar
den. He, however, gives us that noblest
passage in the New Testament (chs.
14-17), the like of which cannot be
found anywhere else in the world's
writings. Having spoken these words,
Jesus and his disciples went over the
Brook Kedron (v. 1) to the garden,
there to bear the awful weight ,of
agony that was crushing him (Matt.
26 :38), while at the same time he must
strengthen his disciples, and fortify
them against the coming trials. That
this place was a place of frequent re
sort for Jesus, Judas was aware. It was
a sanctuary in which Jesus met the
Father, and those who knew him
knew it as a place of prayer, and the
most likely place to find him at that
time of night (v. 3). Rebuffed at
Mary's prodigality, Judas had consort
ed with the priests, and now covetous
ness is to reap its reward. Judas was
not hardened in a day. His greed for
money, while at the same time listen
ing to the teachligs of Jesus, had
gradually hardened his heart.
II. Protecting and Protesting (w.
4-11). (See Matt. 20; Mark 14; Luke
22). Jesus went forth in order to con
centrate the attention of the soldiers
upon himself, and to prevent a general
attack upon the disciples. In answer
to his question, they said they were
seeking "Jesus, the Nazarene," a term
of contempt which Jesus answered by
saying, "I am he." John adds, "and
Judas also which betrayed him stood
with them." Greed for money, grow
ing into theft and falseness of life,
ended with the blackest crime the
world has ever known. His salutation
sent them backward (v. 6). Perhaps
among the officers were some who had
failed to arrest him on a former occa
sion (ch. 7:46), and who were now
overawed by his marvelous words and
majestic bearing. Again he answered,
"Whom seek ye?" (v. 7), and they
said, "Jesus of Nazareth," the same
words as before, but probably in a
changed tone, showing that they were
prepared to listen with respect, though
certainly not with reverence, to what
he might have to offer. What a dra
matic picture the brazenness of sin,
Judas who stood among the enemy,
and the fearlessness of virtue, Jesus,
facing his accusers. Augustine, com
menting on this verse, says, "What
will he do when he comes as a guest,
if he did this when giving himself up
as a prisoner?" His act, however,
shielded his disciples, for not one of
them was to be lost (v. 9 R. V.), and
he knew they were not strong enough
yet to stand the test of arrest and
trial. At this point Peter attempts to
defend Jesus (v. 10).
III. Peter Denying (w. 15-17). As
Jesus was led away, his disciples for
sook him. They all left him, and fled,
but Mark adds that a certain young
man followed Jesus. It is conjectured
that this young man was Mark. With
quickness of action we are now trans
ported to the judgment hall. There
we see him bound, with his hands
shackled behind his back, and led
first to Annas (v. 13), which was an il
legal transaction, "as though some
reformer should be tried at Tammany
hall in New York" (Robert E. Speer).
Annas was now very old. From him
he was taken to Caiaphas, followed by
Peter "afar off," now in a different
mood than when he smote the high
priest's servant's ear. With him was
that other disciple (John's way of re
ferring to himself). Now John was
known to the high priest, and he went
in with Jesus into the palace, but
Peter was standing without at the
door. Notice the steps of his failure;
First, he "slept" in the garden ; sec
ond, he followed "afar off" (Luke
22 :o4) ; third, he "stood" without ;
fourth, he "sat" in the midst.
Then notice the denials, the last ac
companied by cursing. Attempts to
compromise with the world meet with
i-he same measure of failure today as
when Peter was in the judgment hall.
Bad company is a good thing to keep
tut of unless gone Into to witness for
Christ. Peter did not have that pur
nose. The Lord had only to "look" at
Peter (Luke 22:61) and he "remem
bered." We may deny Christ by ouf
silence, by remaining outside of the
hurch", by denying his existence, by
profanity, by ridiculing his friends,
iy praising his enemies or by living
life of worldllness.
"I BEGAN TO
TAKE CARDUI
And Soon Saw That It Benefited
Me," Writes This Kentucky
Lady. Read Her State
. ment.
Clifton Mills, Ky. Mrs. C. W.
Woods, of this place, writes: "About 5
years ago I got in very bad health. I
got thin, weighed only 91 lbs., and I
am tall, too. I had dreadful pains in
my left and right sides. ... I then
had in attendance Dr. , who gave
medicine for about a year, which did
me no good. He then told me to take
Cardui. He said he thought it would
benefit me more than anything I could
take.
"I would get so bad off I couldn't do
my work at all, and I was confined to
my bed part of the time, and suffered
most of the time; sometimes awful
. . . I then began to take Cardui
and I soon began to see that it bene
fited me.. It eased my pains and the
enlargement wrent out of my . . .
and I have been steadily getting better
ever since.
"I am now in better health than I
have been since I first took sick, am
stout and can work all -day long. . . .
I certainly am getting my former
health back and I have a good color
and feel better than since I got sick.
I now weigh 113 lbs."
If you suffer from any of. the ail
ments so common to women, try
Cardui, the woman's tonic. Adv.
How Careless.
"Say, young feller," said Broncho
Bob, "have you got a gun on you?",
"No, sir," replied the man with the
brand-new cowboy uniform. "I was told
that it was better to be unarmed, so
as to avoid any impression that I was
seeking a quarrel."
"Well, that's a reat disappointment.
I needed a brand-new gun an' thought
you'd be bringing along at least a pair
of 'em. Don't you let anything like
this occure again."
FIERY RED PIMPLES
That Itch and Burn Are Usually
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It needs but a single hot bath with
Cuticura Soap followed by a gentle
application of Cuticura Ointment to
the most distressing, disfiguring
eczemas, itchings and burnings to
prove their wonderful properties. They
are also ideal for every-day toilet use.
Free sample each by mail with Book.
Address postcard, Cuticura, Dept. 1
Boston. Sold everywhere. Adv.
Orders Courtesy to Public
The New York postmaster has or
dered clerks to be courteous to the
public.
Women have such a good time talk
ing because they have so little to say
that they do not care how they say It.
The occasional use of Roman Eye Balsam
at night upon retiring, will prevent and re
lieve tired eyes, watery eyes, and eye strain.
Adv.
Only a man with a little head brags
about his small feet.
What is Castoria
C ASTORIA is a harmless substitute for Castor OH, Paregoric
Drops and Soothing Syrups. It is pleasant It contains neither
Opium, Morphine nor other Narcotic substance. Its age is its guar
antee. For more than thirty years it has been in constant use for the relief
of Constipation, Flatulency, Wind Colic and Diarrhcea; allaying Feverish
ness arising therefrom, and by regulating the Stomach and Bowels,
aids the assimilation of Food; giving healthy end natural sleep!
The Children's Panacea The Mother's Friend.
The Kind You Have Always Bought, and which has been in use for over
30 years, has borne the signature of Chas. H. Fletcher, and has been made under
his personal supervision since its infancy. Allow no one to deceive you in this.
All Counterfeits, Imitations and "Just-as-Good" are but Experiments that
trifle with and endanger the health of Infants and ,. -Children
Experience against Experiment Sft? m
Genuine Castoria always bears the signature of CyX jLjm
Small Pul Small Dose Small Price
Carter's Little Liver Pills
For Constipation
Genuine
bears
signature
Pallid, Pale, Putty-Faced People Heed Garter's Iron Pills
1 ii I
x f hie General Strengthening Tonic fiOo ni $1.00 tttUDn stmt
Salted Fish Popular Food.
How to conserve the fish supply is
one of the subjects receiving careful
attention by the British board of trade,
in conjunction with the board of agri
culture. One of the methods which
will probably be adopted is the drying
or salting of a much larger proportion
of the daily catch than at present, so
as to prevent waste by the fish getting
out of condition. Salted haddock are
already being placed on the market in
considerable quantities as an experi
ment. They sell at about 12 cents a
pound retail, and are very palatable.
One method of preparing Is to boil the
fish, throw away the water, and boil
up again, but if it is washed to get rid
of practically all the salt the haddock
should also be soaked in cold water for
24 hours before cooking.
WOMEN! IT IS MAGIC!
LIFT OUT ANY CORN j
Apply a few drops then lift j
corns or calluses off with
fingers no pain.
J
Just think ! You can lift
off any corn or callus
without pain or soreness.
A Cincinnati man discov
ered this ether compound
and named it freezone. Any
druggist will sell a tiny bot
tle of freezone, like here
shown, for very little cost
You apply a few drops di
rectly upon a tender corn
or callus. Instantly the
soreness disappears, then
shortly you will find the
corn or callus so loose that
you can lift it right off.
Freezone is wonderful. It
dries instantly. It doesn't
eat away the corn or cal
lus, but shrivels it up with
out even irritating the sur
rounding skin.
Hard, soft or corns be
tween the toes, as well as
painful calluses, lift right
off. There is- no pain be
fore or afterwards. If your druggist
hasn't freezone, tell him to order a
small bottle for you from his whole
sale drug house. adv.
No Photos in London.
Photographers were forbidden to
take pictures of the' scenes incident to
the dedicatory services at St. Paul's
cathedral in honor of the entry of tRe
United States into the war, a fact
which has aroused the indignation of
newspapers and photographers. Press
photographers who attended the cere
monies were placed on their honor not
to take pictures of any feature of the
service, either inside or outside St
Paul's cathedral. The only picture of
the king and .queen was secured by
an amateur photographer who was
concealed behind a chimney on the
roof of a building along the parade
route.
To Drive Out Malaria
And Build Up The System
Take the Old Standard GROVE'S
TASTELESS chill TONIC. You know
what you are taking, as the formula is
printed on every label, showing it is
Quinine and Iron in a tasteless form. The
Quinine drives out malaria, the Iron
builds up the system. 50 cents.
One of Fixtures.
He Your brother is one of the fix
tures in the gas works, I suppose?
She I guess so anyhow they're go
ing to turn him off. Judge.
Your liver Is the Best
Beauty Doctor
A dull, yellow, lifeless skin, or pimples and
eruptions, are twin brothers to constipation.
Bile, nature's own laxative, is getting into your
blood instead of passing out of your system
as it should. This is the treatment, in suc
' cessful use for 50 years one pill daily
(more only when necessary).
Puts You
Right
Over Night
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