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; By JANES OLIVER CCRWOOD ;
<©, Doubleday. Page A Co.)
WNU Service
THE STORY
CSAfTM L—Fart v»lf, part •••
«k«B two a»»aQa oil B*tm kM M*
lift mooting with an enemy. PiHft*
chisew (young owl). Fighting hart,
th* antagonists are suddenly plunged
t»te a awollaa creek.
CHAPTER ll.—Badly buffeted, and
half drowned. Baree la finally flung
en the bank, but the water has de
stroyed hie tease of flirtation an# he
It Uat, lonely and hungry. For many
days his life Is one or fear and 4ta>
tress. He- isally wanders Ints tbs
trapsing grounds es a halfhroed. Pier
rot Pi Queese, and hie daughter. Ne
peeae the WlMcw. Taking Baree for a
wolf. Nepeeee eheete and wounda him,
hut he eeoepee.
Cimtß ZlLvThe wslf blood la
Haras haeeaoes apgermaet. He rapidly
lea me Ha tore’s ssorsts, though he flaws
fl# eonaradss and Is desperately lonely.
Climft IT.—Following W a Payee,
the black hear. Bare# aubalata royally
an tha eaehee of flak the big fellow
leaves. He oomee again Into Pierrot's
trapping domain. Pierrot shoots Wa
hayoo. Nepeesa, Insisting Baree ia
dog, net wolf, triee to capture him.
■pree Is etrongly drawn to the girl,
but cannot entirely overcome hie dread
of man.
CHAPTER V.—Baree makes friends
with a colony es beavers, loetng much
of hie sense of loneliness.
CHAPTER Vl.—Bush McTaggart.
factor at Lac Bain. Hudson’s Bay com
pany's post, man of evil life, has long
coveted Kegeeee, even to the extent of
•flaring marriage, but makes no prog
ress with hie suit. On hie way to
Pierrot and Me press McTaggart takes
Baree in a trap, and In a struggle is
bitten. With the dog he comes te
Pierrot's cabin.
CHAPTER VlL—Nepeesa claims Ba
ree as bjtikn, bathing the wounds in
flicted by McTaggart after the dog had
bitten him. Tfcex promising to give
him a definite answer to his lovemak
ing Nepeese lures McTaggart to the
edge of a deep pool and humiliates him
by plunging him into the water, at the
same time taunting him for presupi*
ing to address her. Blood poisoning
developing from Baree’s bite, McTag
gart and Pierrot hasten to Lac BaTn
Id see art tnedioal treatment.
CHAPTER Vlll.— Nepeese has spent
three winters at a mission, where she
has learned to read and sew. On her
seventeenth birthday she fashions a
costume which properly sets forth her
really great beauty.
fl tremendous fust In the water near
the xtorz.
4ftf f this the bearer jxrnd seemed
■u>re than erer like home to Baree.
Chapter Vi
While lovely Nepeese was shudder*
over her thrilling experience un
der the rock —while Pierrot still of
fered grateful thanks in ills prayers
for her deliverance and Baree was be
coming more and more a fixture at the
beaver-pond—Bush McTaggart was
perfecting a little scheme of his own
up at Post Lac Bain, about forty
miles north and west. McTaggart had
been Factor at Lac Bain for seven
years. In the Company’s books down
In Winnipeg lie was counted a remark
ably successful man. The expense of
his post was below the average, and
bis semi-annual report of furs always
ranked among the first. After his
name, kept on file in the main office,
was one notation which said; “Get*
morjg out of a dollar than any ether
man north of Juke.”
* The Indians knew why this*was so.
They called him Napao Wetikoo—the
man-devil. This was under their
breath —a name whispered sinisterly
In the glow of tepee fires, or spoken
floftly where not even the winds might
carry It to the ears of Bush McTag
gart. They feared him; they hated
him. They died of starvation and
sickness, und the tighter Bush Mc
/Taggart clenched tlie fingers of his
iron rule, the more meekly, it seemed
to him, did they respond to his mas*
•*£ry. Mis Was admail soul, hidden in
the hulk of a brute, which rejoiced in
power. And here —with the raw
wilderness on four sides of him—his
power knew no end. The Big Com
pany was behind him. It had made
him king of a domain In which there
Was little law except his own. And
in return he gave back to the Com
pany bales and burbles of beyond
their expectation. It was’not for them
to have suspicions, They Were ft
thousand or more miles away—and
dollars counted.
{ Gregson might have told. Gregson
Was the investigating agent of that
district, who visited McTaggart once
each year. He might have reported
that the Indians called McTaggart
Napao Wetikoo because he gave them
only half price for their furs; he
might have told the Company quite
plainly that he kept the people of tlifl
trap-lines at the edge of starvation
through every month of the winter,
that he had them on their knees with
his hands at their throats —putting the
truth in a mild and pretty way—and
that ho always had a woman or a girl,
Indian or halfbreed, living with him
lit the Post. But, Gregson enjoyed his
visits too much at Lac Bain. Always
he could count on two weeks of coarse
pleasure*.-; and in addition to. that, bis
oxa womenfolk at home wore a rich
treasure «>/ f-i - '-•*
\rjytt eveAiiiV:. ft WceK arter tne ftfl
\ venture of Nepeese anTt Baree tiiiaer
1 the rock, McTaggart sat under the
; glow of an oil lamp In his ‘’store.”
* For six weeks there had been in him
! a great unrest. It was just six weeks
’ ago that Pierrot had brought Nepeese
I on her first visit to Lac Bain since
| McTaggart had been Factor there.
I She had taken his breath away. Since
1 then he had been able to think of noth
! ing but her. Twice in that six weeks
| he had gone down to Pierrot’s cabin.
* Tomorrow lie was going again. Marie.
| the slim Cree girl over in his cabin,
* he had forgotten—just as a dozen
) others before Marie had slipped out
>. of his memory. It was Nepeese now.
I He had never seen anything quite so
» beautiful as Pierrot’s girl.
\ . Audibly be cursed Pierrot as he
» looked at a sheet of paper under his
| hand, ob which for an hour or more
> he had been making notes out of worn
and dusty Company ledgers. It was
Pierrot who stood in his way. Pierrot’s
father, according to those notes, had
been a full-blooded Frenchman.
Therefore Pierrot was half French,
and Nepeese was quarter French—
though she was so beautiful he could
hare sworn there was not more than
a drop or two of Indian —Chtppe-
wayan, Cree, Ojihway, Dog Rib—any
thing—there would have been up
trouble at all In the matter. He would
have bent them to liis power, and
Nepeese would have come to his cabin,
as Marie came six months sgo. But
there wai the accursed French of It!
Pierrot and Nepeese were different.
And yet—
He smiled grimly, and his hands
clenched tighter. After all, was not
his power sufficient! Would even
Pierrot dare stand against that? If
Pierrot objected, he would drive him
from the country— th* trapping
regions that had come down to him as
heritage from father and grandfather,
and even before their day. He would
make of Pierrot a wanderer and an
outcast, as he had made wanderers
and outcasts of a score of others who
had lost his favor. No other Post
would sell to or buy from Pierrot If
Le Bete—the black cross—was put
after his name. That was bis power
—a law of the Factors that had come
down through the centuries. It was n !
tremendous power for evil. It had j
brought him Marie, the slim, dark- ,
eyed Cree girl, who hated him—and
In spite of her hatred “kept house for j
him.’* That was the polite way of
explaining her presence if explana
tions were ever necessary.
McTaggart lqpked again at the notes J
he had made on the sheet of paper, j
Pierrot’s trapping country, his own ;
property according to the common law
of the wilderness, was very valuable.
During the last seven years he had .
received an average of a thousand doi- j
iars a year f<JT his furs, for McTag- |
gart had been unable to cheat Pierrot
quite aft completely as he had cheated
the Indians. A thousand dollars a
year! Pierrot wonld think twice be*
|
fore fce gnve that up. McTaggart
chuckled as he made his way through
thi darkness to the door. Nepeese as
good es belonged to him. He would
have her if it cost —Pierrot’s life. And
—why not? It was all so easy. A !
shot on a lonely trap-line, a single
knift-thrust—and who would know?
Who would guess where Pierrot had j
gone? And it would all be Pierrot’s
fault. For the last time he had seen
Pierrot, he had made an honest propo
sition; he would marry Nepeese. Yes, !
even that. He had told Pierrot so. He i
had told Pierrot that when the latter r
was his father-in-law, lie would pay
him double price for furs.
And Pierrot had stared —had stared
with that strange, stunned look in his
face, like a man dazed by a blow from
a club. And so if he did not get
Nepeese without trouble it would all
be Pierrot’s fault. Tomorrow McTag
gart would start again for the half
breed’s country. And the next day :
Pierrot would have an answer for him.
Bush McTaggart chuckled again when
ht went to bed.
Until the next to the last day Pier
rot said nothing to Nepeese about
what had passed between him and
the Factor at Lac Bain. Then he told
her. ,
“He Is a beast —a man-devil,” he
said, when he had finished. “I would
rather see you out there —with her —
iead.” And he pointed to the tall !
O 7>rnoo under which the princess moth 1
*r lay.
Nepeese had not uttered a sound. 1
Rut her eyes had grown bigger and J
darker, and there was a flush in her '
cheeks which Pierrot had never seen
there before. She stood up when he 1
had done, and she seemed taller to 1
him. Never had she looked quite so
much like a woman, and Pierrot’s eyes 1
were deep-shadowed with fear and
uneasiness as he watched her while !
*he gazed off into the northwest—*
toward Lac Bain, .
She Was wonderful, this slip of a I
girl-woman. Her beauty troubled him.
He had seen the look in Bush Mc-
Taggart’s eyes. He had heard (he
■brill in MeTaggart’s voice, fie had
caught Hie desire of a beast in Me-
Taggart’s face. It had frightened him
at first. But now—he was not fright
ened. He was bheasy, but his hands
were clehchetl. In his heart there was
a smoldering fire. At last Nepeese
turned and came and sat down beside
him again, at his feet.
“He is coming tomorrow, ma cherle,”
lie said. “What shall I tell him?”
The Willow’s lips were red. Her
eyes shone. But she did not look up
at her father.
“Nothing, Nootawe —except that you
are to say to him that I am the one to
whom he must come —for what he
seeks.”
Pierrot bent over and caught her
smiling. The sun went down. His
heart sank with it, like cold lead.
• • o • 9, * •
THE CHATHAM RECORD
1 From Lac Bain to Pierrot s eau:*
the trail cut within half a mile of the
beaver pond, a dozen miles from where
Pierrot lived; and it was here, on a
twist of the creek in which Wakayoo
had caught fish for Baree, that Bush
McTaggart made his camp for the
night. Only twenty miles of the jouY
ney could be made by canoe, and as
McTaggart was traveling the last
stretch afoot, his camp was a simple
affair —a few’ cut balsams, a light
blanket, a small fire. Before he pre
pared his supper the Factor drew a
number of copper-wdre snares from his
small pack and spent half an hour in
setting them In rabbit runways. This
method of securing meat was far less
arduous than carrying a gun In hot
weather, and It was certain. Half a
dozen snares were good for at least
three rabbits, and one of these three
was sure to be young and tender
enough for the frying-pan. After h*
had placed his snares McTaggart set
a skillet of bacon over the coals and
boiled his coffee.
Os all the odors of a camp, the
smell of bacon reaches farthest In the
forest. It needs no wind. It drifts
on Its own wings. On a still night s
fox will sniff It i mile away—twice
that far If the sir is moving in the
right direction. It was this smell of
bacon that came to Baree where he
lay in his hollow on top of the beaver
dam.
Since his experience in the canyon
and the death of Wakayoo, he had not
fared particularly well. Caution bad
held him near the pond, and he had
lived almost entirely on crawfish. This
new perfume that came with the night
wind roused his hunger. But It was
elusive: -now he could smell It—the
next inetant it wae gone. He left the
dam and began guesting for the source
of tt In the forest, until after e time
he lost It el together. McTaggart had
finished frying his bacon and was eat
ing it.
It was a splendid night that fol
lowed. Perhaps Baree would have
slept through It in his nest on the
top of the dam if the bacon smell had
not stirred the new hunger In him.
Since his adventure in the canyon,
the deeper forest had held a dread for
him, especially at night. But this
1 night was like a pale, golden day: It
j was moonless; but the stars shone
, like a billion distant lamps, flooding
the world In a soft and billowy sea of
| light. A gentle whisper of wind made
pleasant sounds In the treetops. Be
yond that it was very quiet, for It was
Puskowepesim—the Moulting Moon —
| and the wolves were not hunting, the
! owls had lost their voice, the foxes
1 slunk with the silence of shadows, and
even the beavers had begun to cease
their labors. The horns of the moose,
the deer and the caribou were In ten
: der velvet, and they moved but little
' and fought not at all. It was late
July, Moulting Moon of the Cree,
Moon of Silence for the Chlppewayan.
In this silence Baree began to fcpnt.
Be stirred up a family of half-grewn
I
partridges, but they escaped him. He
pursued s rabbit that was swifter than
be. For an hour he had no luck. Thee
he heard a sound that made every
drop of blood In him thrill. He was
close to MeTaggart’s camp, and what
he had heard was a rabbit in one of
MeTaggart’s snares. He came out
into a little starlit open and there he
saw the rabbit going through a most
marvelous pantomime. It amazed him
for a moment, and he stopped In his
tracks.
W apoos, the rabbit, had run his
furry head into the snare, and his
first frightened Jump had “shot” the
sapling to which the copper wire was
attached so that he was now hung half
In midair, with only his hind feet
touching the ground. And there he
was dancing madly while the noose
about his neck slowly choked him to
death. .
Baree gave a sort of gasp. He could
Understand nothing of the port that
the wire and the sapling were playing
In this curious game. A!1 he could see
was that VVapoos was hopping and
dancing about on his hind legs !n a
most puzzling and unrabblMlke fash
ion. It may be that he thought It
some sort of play. In this instance,
however, he did not regard Wapoos as
he had looked on Umisk the beaver.
He knew that Wapoos made mighty
fine eating, and after another moment
or two of hesitation he darted upon
his prey.
Wapoos, half gone already, made al
most no struggle, and in the glow of
the stars Baree finished him, and for
half an hour afterward he feasted.
McTaggart had heard no sound, for
the snare into which Wapoos had run
his head was the one set farthest from
his camp. Beside the smoldering
coals of his fire he sat with his back
to a tree, smoking his black pipe and
dreaming covetously of Nepeese, when
Baree continued his night-wandering.
Baree no longer had the desire to
hunt. He was too full. But he nosed
in and out of the starlit spaces, en
joying Immensely the stillness and the
golden g4ow of the night. He was fol
lowing a rubblt-run when lie came to
ft pltice where two fallen logs left a
trail no wider than his body. He
squeezed through; something tight
ened about his neck; there was a
sudden snap— a swish as the sapling
was released from its “trigger”—and
Baree was jerked off his feet so sud
denly that he had no time to conjec
ture as to what was happening.
The yelp in his throat died in a gui>
gle, and the next moment he was
going through the pantomimic actions
of Wapoos, who was haviftg hhs veh
geance inside him. For the life Os him
Baree could not k'eO’p from dancing
about, while the Wif*e grew tighter and
tighter about his neck. Furiously he
struggled. It Was a miracle that the
fine- wire held him. in a few moments
more it must have broken—hut Me
Taggart had heard him! The Fart nr
eamrht un his blanket ynd a heavy .
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