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NO ONE IS IMMUNE TO ACID INDIGESTION But Why Suffer? Here's how you can uAlkalize" anytime-anywhere-the easy “Phillips''' way! WHY SUFFER from headaches, “gas,” “upsets” and "biliousness” due to Acid Indigestion—when now there is a way that relieves excess stomach acid with incredible speed. Simply take two Phillips* Milk of Magnesia Tablets at first sign of distress. Carry them with you — take them unnoticed by others. Results are amazing. There's no nausea or “bloated* feeling. It produces no “gas” to embarrass you and offend others. “Acid indiges tion” disappears. You feel great. Get a bottle of liquid “Phillips'” for home use. And a box of Phillips' Milk of Magnesia Tablets to carry with you. But — be sure any bottle or box you accept is clearly marked ” Phillips’” Milk of Magnesia. PHILLIPS’ MILK OF MAGNESIA * IN LIQUID OR TABLET fORM CHAPTER XI—Continued —17— A half mile below, three men and a girl waited for the return of McCord. After dark he worked his way cautiously down to them. The story of his narrow escape dis quieted them. The following day the valley steadily widened. The hills to the west of the Koksoak entirely flat tened out and in the afternoon they reached their goal—the mouth of the River of Skulls. The western slope of its valley rose in a succes sion of spruce clad terraces to merge with the white moss tundra beyond. It was unmistakable. Eyes mdist with emotion, McCord gazed up the valley of the branch. Here was the picture that Aleck Drum mond had indelibly etched in his memory. The thousand-mile trav erse of forests, lakes and roaring rivers was behind him. He had kept his tryst with the spirit of Aleck. He had reached the River of Skulls. “There she is!” he cried, his voice husky with feeling. “Just as Aleck described it a thousand times. The western shore terraced for miles, and cast your eyes on that rusted limestone over there!” He pointed upstream with his paddle. “Plenty of iron there, boys!” “Well, here goes for the River of Skulls!” shouted Alan, carried away by McCord’s excitement as he swung the bow of the Peterboro from the main stream. “Heather, you’ll soon be picking gold nuggets right out of the sand!” Heather smiled bravely back at the sternman but her eyes were haunted by fear. Although the men had refused to talk, she had guessed what had happened back at the gorge, what had driven them down river through the night. Again the Naskapi had struck at the white men entering their country. All through the summer and fall would hang the menace of sudden death to the gold hunters. And later, somewhere on the long trail back over the river ice and snow, Mc Queen and his halfbreeds would be waiting. She smiled gallantly at the bronzed sternman whose gray eyes so reassuringly met hers, but in her heart there was a lurking fear. The actions of Noel in the bow drew the attention of those behind him. “What d’you see, Noel!” asked Alan, as the bowman squinted at the long gravel point piled with boulders forming the tongue of the fork. “Somet’ing een de edee ovair dere,” replied the Indian. "We have a look.” The canoe approached the drift ing object caught in an eddy, in shore, which had held Noel’s sharp eyes. “A broken paddle! White man’s, too!” cried Alan. “Ah-hah! McQueen lose dat pad dle,” commented Noel, lifting the hroken blade from the water. “By gar, she ees split by a bullet!” he went on excitedly. “Look!” He passed the shattered paddle back to McCord. “True as you’re born!” grunted the giant, showing the paddle to Al an. "They’ve been shot at by the Naskapi, above here! That was made by the ball from a muzzle loader.” “Maple paddle, that’s Mc Queen’s,” agreed Alan. “He had two he brought with him to Fort George. I saw them coming up the river. That’s his paddle! And it was dropped in the river below the last lake, or it would have grounded there. I’ll bet the Nas kapi ambushed McQueen at the long rapids of the gorge, John.” The giant laughed loudly. “That would save us a heap of trouble if they had. I didn’t figure he was so close on our heels.” “Neither did I! Did you, Noel? They’re only average river men and we—” “You two are the best white-wa ter men I’ve ever seen and I’ve 6een plenty,” interrupted McCord. “I don't see how they came so fast.” Then the big man shook the broken blade savagely at the valley through which the Peterboro had come. "Come and take it, Mc Queen!” he roared. “If you’re still alive, come and get our dust after we’ve slaved for it! But when you do, have your guns in your hands!” “Golly, dad! that was pretty dra matic, wasn’t it?” said Heather with a forced smile that belied the uneasiness in her eyes. "Uh-huh!” grunted the giant, studying Drummond’s sketch map. “Mr. McQueen has asked for drama. He’s going to get it! That right, boys?” Alan and Noel nodded. Late the following afternoon, as the four men were poling around a bend, Napayo suddenly held his pole suspended in air, standing as though carved from wood, his head thrust forward, listening. The slight breeze blowing down stream brought to the ears of the crew the faint monotone of broken waters. The uneasy Naskapi called to Noel. “Bet ess de gorge. Napayo say j he feel ver’ bad,” Noel announced. Alan reached and patted the shak ing Indian, who stood in front of him holding his pole. "We will not go to the Gorge of the Spirits, Na payo,” he said in Montagnais. "We will camp below. We will not let the spirits harm you." Before them, for a mile or more, stretched an alluvial flat filled with sand-bars where the river, leaving he gorge aboVe, suddenly widened to flow slowly through a basin flanked by sandy shores. Above and beyond the shores extended wooded terraces to lift at last into barren hills. “Here it is, Alan!” cried McCord excitedly, "just as Aleck described it! These sand-bars and gravel beds have been washed down here for centuries! We’re going to find gold here, boy, gold!” , “There’s the spruce to build the sluice boxes!" cried Alan, infected with John’s excitement, pointing to the wooded terraces. “Most of those bars can be free panned without the trouble of han dling so much gravel by sluicing. That’s where Aleck got most of his nuggets—big as cranberries!” “Gosh, dad! I’m excited!" laughed Heather. “Think of it, gold here before de battle! Ah-hah! De same soun’ I Eet ees ole man’s talk. I feel bettair, now.” But Alan smiled to himself as he joined the others at the supper fire, for he knew Noel would never over come much of his Montagnais belief in a spirit world. _ ... i . « _i Later that evening, leaving «cei and the Naskapi squatted whisper ing at the fire, Alan started with Heather and her father up the river shore. Ahead of them the four dogs raced over the gravel, sand and boulders of the lower shore. “Where did they find the skulls, Dad?” asked the girl. “Where was the fight?” “Aleck said he ran into bones and skulls for quite a distance be low the gorge. You see they’ve been buried deep in sand and gravel by the high water and silt washed down in the spring and the animals must have carried away a good deal.” “What’s the matter, Heather? You feel spooky?” asked Alan. “You look as if you’d seen a ghost already.” She shrugged her shoulder in a lit tle shiver as she looked upstream at the opening of the gorge where the racing river burst from the limestone and granite walls which “True as you’re born!” in those sand-bars! If we only get back with it!” Napayo’s black eyes shone with a hidden fear as he stared through his mop of hair at the distant narrowing of the river where the stream left the gorge and spread out over the shallow bars. He was approaching the Gorge of the Spirits, tabu among his people for two generatibns. The wrath of the spirits of the Naskapi and the Eskimos whose bones lay on these sandy shores would vent itself on these white men and on the girl with hair like the sun. But these people were his friends—had saved his life. With terror-filled eyes, he took up his paddle and followed the others up the slower water of the wide flat. So great was the evident distress of the Naskapi, and so grave the dark features of Noel, that, a half mile below the foot of the gorge, Alan turned in to the gravelly shore. On the first timbered terrace above the river, they made camp in the spruce. After supper he took the Naskapi and Noel aside for a talk while John McCord paddled the ca noe among the sand-bars examin ing with his prospector’s eyes the nature of the alluvial deposit brought down by the river. Alan impressed upon the two In dians the fact that the Naskapi who had brought gold nuggets to Chimo had escaped the bad medicine of the spirits because they had not gone near the gorge. Napayo would not be asked to go near the gorge. He would hunt caribou,/ spear sal mon and make snowshoes and cloth ing. They would camp where they were safe from the danger of the demons. Napayo seemed somewhat re lieved, then Alan put an arm over Noel’s shoulder, led him to one side and talked to him as a brother. The moaning in the gorge, he ex plained, was nothing but the con fused sound of the wind and of bro ken water. The Talking River had been named because of the same peculiar sounds in the little canyon Noel knew and was not afraid to pass. And he was familiar with the Singing Rapids on the Great Whale, the famous Wailing Water of the East Main and the Whispering Hills over on the Conjuror. All named because of sounds made by wind or water, or both. This gorge, here, had been filled with the same noises long before the battle—the same sounds and noises. Was he, Noel, Leloup, the blood brother of Alan Cameron? Or was he a poor, ignor ant bush Indian, full of supersti tion and belief in the foolish talk of the medicine man? Into Noel’s swart features crept a look of pride. He reached and took Alan's hand in his sinewy fin gers. “I not t’ink of dat. You spik true. Alan. De same sound was , hemmed it in. As they approached, the sound of the unleashed water made it difficult to converse end they were forced to shout. “It’s easy to see how it got its bad name,’’ Alan called into the girl’s ear, for the thunder of the con fined water above them grew deaf ening. She forced a faint smile in reply, but instinctively moved closer to the man until her elbow touched his. This thundering water near which so many men had died seemed to carry a menace—a threat of evil. She looked back and no ticed Rough industriously digging in the pebbles and sand. Presently he had something in his teeth—some thing rounded and thin and white, like a large shell. “Look, what’s Rough got?” she shouted to Alan. Alan went to his dog, followed by the girl, and took the thing Rough held in his jaws. Heather glanced at it and turned away. It was the bleached and weath ered frontal bone of a human skull. CHAPTER XII It was already August by John McCord’s record. The smaller lakes of the high plateau closed in October while the swift streams and big rivers remained open until lat er, but he knew that the water of the River of Skulls would be so cold and carry so much slush and young ice from above that it would block their sluices and make pan ning most difficult in the early part of the month. So two short months were all the prospectors could count on, in which to wash from the sands the gold dust and nuggets they had come so far and toiled se hard to reach. Having lived largely on fish com ing down the Koksoak they were now ravenous for red meat. There fore Noel and Napayo were to start at once on a hunt into the barrens. For Alan and John there was much to be done; spruce to be cut and split into slabs for sluice boxes through which to wash the river sand for the fine gold it held; sea trout netted and salmon speared and smoked when the run from the salt water began; and when the hunters had sufficient chocolate-and white skins of the pie-bald, faun car ibou, there were winter parkas, shirts and leggings, smoke-tanned moccasins and mittens to be made, for the men were all in rags from the hard portages of the Koksoak. Then, because they had rightly an ticipated an absence of large birch on the big river, the three birch slabs they had carried all the way down on the floor of the Peterboro, must be thinned, steamed at one end for the curved bow and lashed to cross pieces, to make the long toboggan sled which was to carry the hundreds of pounds of food for themselves and the dogs, together with the gold, if they hoped ever again to reach the cache at the head of the river. Until the ice in the river blocked the sluicing and the sands and grav el began to freeze, there would be little rest in the camp below the Moaning Gorge. And all the time over the heads of those who toiled with rifles at their sides would be the constant menace of the Naskapi who would now not hesitate to cross the dead line of the Nipiw to reach the canoe that had passed down the Koksoak—all the time, the knowl edge that Jim McQueen, if he were still alive, was waiting for their re turn over the river ice. Industrious prospecting of some of the bars in the river by John and Alan with the miner’s pan and the help of the shovel, fitted with a long birch handle, proved the truth of Aleck Drummond’s story. “Look at that color, boy!” shout ed McCord, one morning, when, standing with breeches rolled above his knees beside a hole they had dug on a gravel bar, he had rotated a pan full of river sand and gravel until the two men stared at the sediment of black sand and dull, yellow flakes remaining. “Boy, we’re rich!” he yelled in his excitement. “Look at the coarse gold there! And look at that nug get—big as a pea!” Alan stared in open-mouthed won der at the dull yellow grains of coarse gold in the pan. So this was the stuff that men for centuries had fought and killed and died for; gold, that would buy what the heart de sired. He ran it curiously through his fingers. “We’ve got over two months be fore the ice to pan these bars! We may not have to use sluices if it runs this way, nor that pint of mer cury I carried, either! Shake, part ner!” The giant danced a jig on the gravel, holding the pan high above his head. “This is a bonanza, boy! It was the River of Skulls or bust!” he cried. “Well, we’re there! Boy, we’re there!” (TO BE CONTINUED) Cheyenne Gun Collection Spans Century; Traces History of Most Modern Weapons A collection of guns which would thrill the youngsters of the “Indian and cowboy” period or old-timer who remembered the “bad days” of the old West is owned by Jesse Hansen of Cheyenne, writes a Cheyenne United Press correspond ent in the Chicago Daily News. This history of the modem gun Is traced in the collection. First came the blunderbuss, then the percussion cap and ball gun in which a cap was used instead of flint for igniting the powder in the barrel. This cap was placed over a projection un derneath the hammer with a small hole in the projection carrying the fire to the powder and discharg ing the gun. The breech - loading Maynard came in 1865. It fired the shell with a roll of caps much on the order of the Fourth of July caps used in toy pistols. This gun was next in line to the modern cartridge and gun. The oddest piece in Hansen’s col lection is an 1837 pistol with a re volving cylinder of six barrels in stead of the regulation cylinder holding six cartridges and the one barrel of today. The gun was designed primarily for use at close range and served admirably when a gambler feapd j it necessary to convince someone across the table that the game was on the "up and up.” The hammer on the gun is a long affair on thr top and falls down sharply to dis charge the shell. The gun was known as the “pepper box.” A cap and ball pistol of 1845, prob ably used for dueling purposes, it another feature of the collection. It is of Colt make and has the rear sight on the firing point of the ham mer. The sight can be used only when the hammer is cocked. Another oddity of the collection is a century-old muzzle-loader that 2s superior to modern rifles in accu racy, according to Hansen. Hansen has the original wooden ramrod used to load the gun. Powder for it is kept in a regulation powder hors that is about 100 years old and shot is served into the gun from a leathei pouch that has a four-pound capa city. The gun and equipment cams from the Ozark mountains, Hansen says only the horn on th« right side of an animal could b« used as a powder horn since i* was to be slung over the shoulder. Homs from the left side would not hang properly. The collection includes Indian ait rowheads and tomahawks in add! tion to guns from all am the world. PERSONAL E8 Special Gardens VfANY hobbyists get pleasure from special gardens. Some have been successful with all marigold, or all-petunia gardens. Marigolds are available in a wide variety of sizes and shapes and provide a golden-brown garden scene of unusual richness. Petunias have a wide range of color, and more and more they are being used for cut flowers as well as for garden color and beauty. Some have grown gardens pri marily for fragrance. The best flowers for such a garden, accord ing to Harry A. Joy, flower ex pert, are alyssum, carnation, mignonette, nicotiana, sweet pea and sweet william. For a garden of plants without actual flowers but with showy foli age, interesting results have been obtained with the following: Jo seph’s coat, coleus, dusty miller, snow - on - the - mountain, annual poinsettia, kochia and castor oil bean. The following will fit well into a typical wildflower garden: Annual lupin, bachelor button, rudbeckia (cone flower), columbine, peren nial aster, heuchera (coral bells), and perennial upin. How Women in Their 40's Can Attract Men Here’s good sdviee for * woman during her change (uaually from 88 to 62), who fears she’ll loee her sppetl to men, who worries about hot flashes, loss of psp, diszy spells, upset nerves and moody spells. Get more fresh air, 8 nr*. sleep end If yon need e good general system topic take Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compoupd, mads tipeeiaUv Jot women. It helps Nature build up physical resistance, thus helps giva more vivecity to enjoy life end assist calming Jittery nerves ana disturbing symptoms that often accompany change of life. WELL WORTH TRYINGI Golden Opportunity To improve the golden moment of opportunity and catch the good, that is within our reach, is the great art of life.—Johnson. Beware Coughs from common colds That Hang On No matter how many medicines, you have tried for your common cough, chest cold, or bronchial Irri tation, you may get relief now with Creomulsion. Serious trouble may be brewing and you cannot afford to take a chance with any remedy less potent than Creomulsion, which goes right to the seat of the trouble and aids nature to soothe and heal the inflamed mucous membranes and to loosen and expel germ laden phlegm. Even If other remedies have failed, don’t be discouraged, try Creomul sion. Tour druggist Is authorized to refund your money if you are not thoroughly satisfied with the bene fit* obtained. Creomulsion is one word, ask for it plainly, see that the name on the bottle is Creomulsion, and you’ll get the genuine product and the relief you want. (Adv.) The Polished Man Education begins the gentle man; but reading, good company and reflection must finish him.— Locke. Always Dependable] WNU-7 2-39 Present Ills Present sufferings seem far greater to men than those they merely dread.—Livy. I
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