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THE SEAFORTH NEWS
THURSDAY, JUNE 2, 1938
e`No," e 'hastene'd to explain, "1 trived severer punishment 'for the un -
don't know how to play the sisterly fortunate effect of my words. Fool,
touch-and-go at all, but the men tell that I was! I should keep myself in
nee it doesn't work -'dead failure, al-
ways ends the same. Sieter proposes,
or 'is proposed to—"
"Ohl" cried the Little Statue with
the faintest nate 'of alarm, and she
moved back from see on the boxes. "I
think we'd 'better play .at 'being very
matter-of-faot friends for the rest of
the trip."
'"'No, '!rank you, Miss Sutherland—
Frances, I mean," said I. "]'m not the
fool to pretend that—"
"Then pretend anything you like,"
and there was a sudden coldness in
her voice, which showed me she re-
garded any refusal and the slip in her
name as a rebuff. "Pretend anything
you like, only don't say things.'
That was a throwing •down of ar-
mor which I had not -expected.
"Then pretend that e pilgrim was
lost in the dark, lost :.where men's
souls slip down steep places to hell,
and that one as radiant as an angel
from heaven shone through the black-
ness and guided 'him 'back to safe
ground,":1 cried, 'taking quick advan-
tage of my fair 'antagonist's sudden
abandon and casting aside all banter.
"Children1 children!" cried the
priest. "Children! Sun's down! Time
to go to your trundles, my 'ba'bes!"
"Yes, yes," I shouted. "Wait till 1'
hear the rest of this story."
,At eny words she started up with a
little gasp of -fright. A look of awe
came into her gray eyes, which 1 have
seen on the faces of those who find
themselves for the first time (beside
the abyss of a preoipece. And 1 have
climbed many lofty peaks, 'bet never
one 'without passing these :places with
the fearful possibilities of destruction.
Always the novice hes looked with
the same unspeakable fear into the
yawning depths, with the same un-
speakable yearning towards the jew-
el -crowned heights 'beyond. This, or
something of this, was in the startled
attitude of the trembling •figure,
whose eyes met mine without flinch-
ing or eavor.
"10r pretend that a traveler had lost
his.compass, and though he was with-
out merit, God gave him a star."
"Is it a pretty 'story. Rufus?" call-
ed the priest.
"Very," I 'cried tet impatiently.
"Don't interrupt."
"Or pretend that a poor fool with
no merit but his love cf purity and
truth and' honor 'last his way .tc para-
dise, and God gave him an angel for
a guide."
"Is it a long story, Reius?" called
the priest.
"It's to be continued,' I shouted,
leaping to my feet and approaching
her.
"And pretend that elle pilgrim and
the traveler and 'the fool, asked no
other privilege but to give each his
heart's love, his life's devotion, to her
who had tome between him .and the
darkness----"
"Rufus!" roared the priest. '"1 de-
clare I'll take a stick to you. 'Creme
away! D'y' :hear? She's tired."
"'Good -night,' she ,answered, in a
'hrdken 'whisper, so •cold ii stabbed me
like steel; and she put out 'herhand
in the mechanicall xray of the well-
bred woman in every land.
"Is that all?" I asked, holding the
Mand as if it had been a -galvanic bat-
tery, though ,the priest was coming
straight towards us.
"All?" s'he returned, the lashes fall-
ing over the misty, gray eyes. "9A'h,
Rufus! Are we Playing jest is earnest,
or earnest is 'jest?" and she turned
quickly and went to her tent.
How long I stood in reverie, I do
not know. The priest's 'broad hand
presently came down on my shoulder
with a savage thud.
"Ye 'betender-ib anticus, ye, what
leave ye been doing?" he asked. "The
Little Stabue was 'crying 'when she
went to her tent,"
"Crying?" '
"Yes, ye idiot. Iii? stay by her to-
morrow."
of washed air when .a 'stone has obex
ed away turbulence. Why did s'he
evade me and turn altogether to the
priest ether right? I3ad I'been of an
analytioal turn 'of mind, I. anight, pee -
haps, 'ha've made a very carefull study
of an emotion commonly -celled jeal-
ousy; 'but, when 1
' on'e''s 'heart beats
East, one's thoughts throng too •swift-
ly for introspection. Was 1 a past of
the new 'happiness? I 'did not under-
stand .human nature then as I under -
steed it now, else would 1' leave
known that fair eyes turas away to
hide what they dare not reveal. I
prided myseifithet I was now well in
hand. I should take the first oppor-
tunity to undo my folly .of the night
before.
*
I•t was •after supper. Father Holland
had 'gone to his tent. Franees Suther-
land was arranging a (hunch of flowers'
in her lap; and I took my peace. dir-
ectly, 'behind
irectly,'behind her lest my face shoypd
.tell -truth while my tongue uttered
hes.
"Speaking of stars, you know Miss
Sutherland," I began, remembering
that I had said something about sbars
that must be unsaid.
"Don't 'call me Miss Sutherland,
:Rufus," she said, and that 'gentle an-
swer •knocked eny grand resolution.
clean to the four winds.
"I beg your pardon, Frances--"
Chaos and 1 were one. Whatever was
it 1 was ea say about stars?
"Well?" There was a waiting in 'the
voice.
"Yes—you lenow—Frances." 1 tried
to call up something coherent; but
somehow -the thumping of my heart
set up a rattling in my head.
`iNo—Rufus. As a matter of ,fact, I
don't 'know. You were going to tell
me something."
"•Bother my stupidity, Miss—Miss—
Prances, but the mastiff's forgotten
what it was going to bow -wow
about!"
"Not the moon this time," she
laughed. "Speaking of stars," and she
gave me' back my own words.
• "Oh! 'Yes! Speaking of stars! Do
you know I think a lot • of the men
coming up from Fort William .gat to
regarding the star above the leading
canoe as their own particular star."
1 'thought that speech a master-
piece. It would convince her •she was
the star of all the men, not mine par-
ticularly. That was erre enough to ap-
pease conscience, a 'half-truth like
Louis L'aplante's words. So I would
rob my 'foolish avowal of its personal
element. lA !flush suffused the snowy
white below her hair.
"Oh! I 'didn't notice any particular
star above the leading canoe. There
were so very, very many splendid
stars, I used to watch them half the
night!"
That answer threw me as far down
as her manner had elated me.
"Well! What of the stars?" asked
the silvery voice.
1 was dumb. She :flung the 'flowers
aside as •though she would leave; but
Father Holland suddenly emerged
front the tent fanning himself with his
hat.
"Babes! said he. "You're a pair of
fools! Oh! To be young and throw
our opportunities helter-skelter like
flowers of which were 'tired,' and he
looked at the upset lapful. "Children!
children! Carpe Diem! Carpe Diem!
Pluck the flowers; for the days are
swifter titan arrows," and he walked
away from us engrossed in his own
thoughts, muttering over and over the
advice of the Latin poet, "Carpe
Diem! 'Carpe Diem!" •
"What is Canpe Diem?" asked,
Frances Sutherland, 'gazing after the
priest in sheer wonder,
`'I wasn't strong on classics et Lav-
al and I haven't my crib."
"Go on!" she commanded, "You're
only apologizing for my ignorance.
You .know very well."
"it means just what he says—as if
each day were a flower, you know,
had its jays to be plucked, that can
never come again."
"'Flowers! Oh! I know! The kind
you all picked for me coming up front
Fort William. And do you know, Ru-
fus, I never could thank you all?
Were those Carpe Diene 'flowers?"
"No—not exactly the 'kind Father
Holland means we should pick."
' W'hat then?" and she turned sud-
clenly to 'find 'her ,face not a hand's
length .from mine.
"This kind," I whispered, bending
in terrified joy over her shoulder; and
I plucked a'blossom straight from her
lips and another and yet another, 'till
there came into the deep, gray eyes
what 'I cannot 'transcribe, but 'what
sent •me away the king of all' men --
for had ]; not found my 'Queen?
And that was the way I carried out
my grand resolution and kept myself
in hand.
CHAPTER X'II'I
I question if Norse heroes of the
sea could lbcoast,irnore thrilling adven-
ture than the wild 'buffalo 'Inuits of
American plain -rangers. A 'cavalca'de
of six hundred men,rnoun'ted on met-
tlesome horses e ager for the furious
dash through a forest of tossing !buf-
falo-horns was 'quite as imposing as
any clash between warring Vikings.
hand henceforth, How many men
have made that vow regarding the
woman they love? Those that have
kept it, 1 trow, could be counted easi-
ly enough. Bui I had no ,opportunity
to break my vow; for the priest rode
•with Frances Sutherland the'whole of
the second day, and not once •did he
let loose his scorpion wit. She had
breakfast alone in her tent next morn-
ing, the priest carrying tea and toast
to her; and when she came out, she
leaped ro her saddle so quickly I lost
the expected favor of placing that
imperious foot in the stirrup. We set
out three abreast, and I had no 'cour-
age to read my fate from the cold,
marbie face. The ground became
rougher. We were forced to follow
long detours round sloughs, and 1
gladly fell to the rear where I was un-
observed. 'Clumps of willows alone
broke the endless dip of the plain.
Glassy creeks glittered silver through
the green, and ever the trail, like a
narrow ribbon of many loops, 'fled be-
fore us to the dim sky -line.
When we halted for our 'nooni•ng,
Franc -es Sutherland had slipped from
her saddle and gone 'off picking
prairie roses before either the -priest
or 1 noticed her absence,
"If you go off, you nuisance, you,"
said the priest rubbing his 'bald pate,
and gazing -after her in a puzzled way,
when we had the meal ready, "I think
she'll come back and eat."
I promptly look myself off and had
the glum pleasure of hearing her
chat in 'high spirits over the dinner
table of packing boxes; but she was
on her cerise and off with the scouts
long before Father Holland and I had
mounted.
"Rufus, said the priest with a com-
ical, quizzical look, as we set -off to-
gether. "Rufus. !,think y'r a fool."
"I've thought that several hundred
thousand tines myself, this morn-
ing."
"Tush. youngster! Don't take to
licking your raw tongue tip and down
the cynic's saw edge! Put a spur to
your broncho there and ride ahead
with her."
"Having offended a goddess, I
don't wish to be Struck dead by in-
viting her wrath.."
"Pah! I've no patience with y'r
ramrod independence! Bend a stiff
neck. or you'll break a sore heart!
Ride ahead, I tell you, you young
mule!" and he brought a smart flick
across my broncho.
"Father Holland," I made answer
with the dignity of a 'bishop and my
nose mighty high in the air, "will you
permit me to suggest people know
their own affairs best—"
"Tush, no! I'll permit you to do
nothing •of the kind," said he, driving
a fly from his horse's ear. ""Done you
know, you young idiot, that between
a man surrendering his love, and a
woman surrendering hers, there's -dif-
ference enough to account for tears?
A man gives his and 'gets it back with
compound interest in coin that's pure
gold 'compared to his copper. A wo-
man gives hers and .gets 'backer—"
the priest stopped.
"What?" 1 asked, interest getting
the better of wounded pride.
"N,ot much that's worth having
from idiots like you," said he; by
which the priest proved he could deal
honestly 'by a friend, without any
mincing palliatives.
His- answer set me thinking .for the
best part of the afternoon; and I War-
rant if any man sets out with the
priest's :premises end thinks hard for
an afternoon be will come to the same
conclusion that 1 did.
"Let's both poke along a little fast-
er," said I, after long silence.
"Olio! With all my heart!" And we
caught up with Frances Sutherland
and .for the first time that day 3 dared
to look at her lace. If there were tear
marks about the wondrous eyes, they
were the marks •cef the shower after a
'sun -burst, the la'u'ghing gladness of
And he slid. Nor could lee have 'con -'life in 'golden light, the joyous calm
Squaws, children -and a horde of rag-
ged-.fol1ow'ers ,stneggled in Tong lines
far.' to the hunters' rear. ;Altogether,
the host 'behind the 'flag nunvbered .not
less than 'two !thousand 'souls. Like
any martial !column, our squad- 'had.
captain, color -bearer 'arid chaplain.
Luckily, 'all three 'were known to me,
es I discovered when I reached Pem-
bina. The truce, patched up between
1-1'udson's Bay and Nor' -Welters af-
ter 'Governor .M'dD'om'ell's surrender,
left .Cuth'b'ert Grant 'fnee to .join the
buffalo hunt. Pursuing 'big game
acmes the prairie was more Ito his
taste then' leading the half-breeds dur-
ing peace. The warden of tine plains
came hot -foot ,after us, ,and was
promptly ,elected 'captain of 'the chase.
Rather Holland was with as too. Our
course lay directly on his 'way to the
Missouri and a dolly chaplain he
anade. In 'Grant's company came
Pierre, the rhymster, 'bubbling over
with jingling minstrelsy, that was the
delight of every 'half-breed tamp on
the plains. Bareheaded, with a red
handkerchief 'banding back his lank
hair, and clad in -fringed 'buckskin
from the ,bright n'eckeeloth 'to the
'bead'ed moccasins, he was as wild a
figure as any one of the 'savage rab-
ble. Yet this was. the 'poet of the
plain -rangers, who caught the song of
bird, the burr of cataract through the
rocks, the throb of stampeding buf-
Palo, the moan of the wind across the
prairie, and tuned leis rude minstrelsy
to wild nature's fu'g'itive .music. Viking
heroes, I know, chanted their deeds
in songs that have come down to us;
but with the exception of the 'Eskimo,
descendants of North American races
have never been credited with a taste
for harmony. .Once I asked !Pierre
haw he acquired his art :of verse -
making, With a laugh of scorn, 'he de-
manded if the wind and the water-
falls and the 'birds learned music
from 'beardless boys .and draggle -
coated donrinies -with armfuls of
books. However, it .may have been
with his Pegasus, his mount for the
hunt was no laggard. He rode a knob -
jointed, muscular brute, that carried
him like poetic inspiration wherever
it pleased. Though Pierre's right
hand was busied upholding the 'hunt-
ers' flag, land he had but one arm to
bow -string •the brotvoho's arching
neck, the half-breed poet kept his
seat with the easy grace of the plains-
man 'born and 'bred in the saddle.
"Faith, man, 'tis the fate of genius
to ride a fractious steed," said Father
Holland, 'when the branches of priest
and poet had come into violent col-
lision with angry squeals for the third
time in ten minutes.
'And what are the capers of this,
my 'beast, compared to the antics of
fate, sir," asked Pierre with grave
dignity.
The wind caught his long hair and
blew it about his face till he !became
an equestrian personification of the
frenzied muse. I had 'become ac-
quainted with his trick of setting
words to the music 'of quaint rhymes;
but Father Holland was taken aback.
"By the saints," he exclaimed, "I'•'e
no mind to run amuck of Pegasus!
l'll get out of your way. Faith, 'tie
the first -time I've seen poetry in
buckskin of this particular binding,"
and he wheeled his broncho out,
leaving me abreast of 'the rhymester.
"Have a are, Father," I warned.
"You've escaped the broncho; but
look out for the poet."
"Save us! What's caning now?"
gasped the priest.
"Ha! I have it!" and Pierre turned
triumphantly to Father Holland. .
eves sent back to pitch camp on roll-
ing land, A cordon sol Tarts with
shafts 'turned outward . enoircl'ed the
cramping ground. At one ;end the ani-
mals were tethered; at the other hunt-
er's tents were huddled. together. , All
night mongrel curs, tearing about the
enclosure in packs, 'kept ,noisy watch,
Twice'Geant and I went out to recan-
oitre, We saw' onlya'a whitish wolf
scurrying through the Jong . 'grass.,
Grant thought this had disturbed the
'clogs; !but I was not 'so sure. Indeed,
felt prepared to trace featuree Of Le
Gravid Diable under every ,eek -hide, or
wolf -skin in which a cunning Indian
could be disguised. I deemed it wise
to have a stronger gusted and 'engaged
two runners, 'Ringing Thunder and
Burnt Earth, giving them horses and
ordering them to keep within call
during the !thick of the hunt.
iA't daybreak all tents were a bee-
hive of aotivity. The horses, with al-
most human intelligence, were wild.
to be off. Riders 'coved scarcely gain
saddles, land ,before feet were well in
the stirrups, the Ibronohos had reared
and 'bolted away, only to be reined
sharply in and brought back to :the
ranks. The dogs, too, were mad, tear-
ing 'after make-believe enemies and
worrying oneanother tills there were
several curs less for the hunt. Inside
the cart circle, men were shouting last
orders to women, squaws scolding
half -naked urchins, that scampered in
the way, and the whole, encampment
setting up a din that might have scar-
ed any buffalo 'herd into endless
flight. Grant gave the word. Pierre
hoisted the 'flag, and the temp turmoil
was left 'behind, The Bois -Brutes kept
well within- the lines and observed
good order; but -the Indian rabble
lashed their hale -broken horses into 'a
fury of excitement, that threatened
confusion to all discipline. The camp
was strongly guarded. Father Holland
remained with the campers, but in
spite of his holy calling, I ant sure he
longed to be among the hunters.
Scouts ahead, we followed the
course of a half -dried slough where
buffalo tracks were visible. Some two
miles ,from 'camp, the out=runners re-
turned with word that the herds were
browsing a short distance ahead, and
that the marsh -bed widened. to a
banked ravine. The buffalo could not
have been found in a better place; for
there was 'a,fine slope 'from the upper
land to our game. We at once ascend-
ed the embankment and coursed cau-
tiously along the cliff's summit, Sud-
denly -we rounded an abrupt headland
and gained full view of the -buffalo.
The !flag was lowered, stopping the
march, anti -up rose our captain in his
stirrups to survey the herd. A light
mist screened us and a deep growth
of the leathery grass, common to
marsh lands, half hid a multitude of
broad, humped, furry backs, moving
aimlessly in the valley, Coel-black
noses poked through the green stalks
sniffing the air suspiciously and the
curved horns tossed broken stems off
in savage contempt.
'Frons the headland beneath us to
tine rolling prairie at the mouth of the
valley, the earth' swayed 'with giant
forms. The great creatures were rest-
less as caged tigers and already on the
rove for the day's march, I suppose
the vast flocks of wild geese, that
used to 'darken -the sky and fill the air
with their shrill "hunk, bunk," when
I first went to the north, numbered as
many living beings in one mass as
that herd; but men no more attempt-
ed to .count the creatures in flock or
herd, than •to estimate the pebbles of
a shore,
-
Protruding ey.es glared savagely
sideways. Great, thick necks hulked
forward in impatient jerks; and those
dagger -pointed horns, sharper than a
pruning hook, promised no boy's
sport for our company. The buffalo
sees best laterally oh the level, and
as long as we were quiet we remain-
ed undiscovered. At the prospect,
some of the hunters egrew excitedly
profane. Others were timorous, fear-
ing a stampede in our direction. Be-
ing above, we could come down on
the rear of the 'bu'ffaloes and trey
would be driven to the open.
Grant sc'ou'ted the counseled cau-
tion. The hunters loaded guns, filled
their mouths with balls to reload on
the :gallop and awaited the captain's
order. Wheeling his horse to the fore,
the warden gave one quick; signal.
With a storm -'burst of galloping
hoots, we -'changed drown the 'slope. Ai
sound of our whirlwind advance, the
bulls tossed up their •heads .and 'began
pawing the ground angrily, From the
hunters there was no 'shouting till
dose en the 'herd, then a wild halloo
with unearthly screams cram the In-
dians 'broke 'frons our 'company. The
buffaloes started 'hip, 'turned ganie-
stnioken, and with 'bell'owings that
roared ,down the 'valley, tare far the
open,prairie. The ravine rooked with
the plunging monsters, and re-echoed
to the crash of ,six-lvuniired guns
an•d a thunderous tread', Firing was at
'cease 'range. In a moment there was
a'battle 'soya' 'between dexterous sav-
ages, swift as 'tigers, and 'these levi-
athans of the prairie 'with their 'brute
strength. .
(To be continued)
"The Lord he praised that poetry's
free,
Or you'd ' bottle it up like a saint's
thumb -bone,
That beauty's beauty for eyes that
see
Without regard to a priestly .gown—"
"Hold on," interrupted 'Father Hol-
land. "Hold on, •Pierre!"
"'Your double-quick Peg
Has a limp of one leg!'
"Sone' and ''gown' don't fit, Mr.
Rbynt seer."
''Upon my 'honor! Y -au turned poet,
too, Father Holland!" said 1. "We
might be on a pilgrimage to Helicon."
"To where?" says Grant, whose
knowledge of'lclassics was less than
meeowne which was precious little in-
deed.
"H dicier."
At that Father Holland 'burst in
such roars of laughter, the mhymster
took personal 'offense, drug his mocca-
sins ,against the horse's sides and
rode ahead. His fringed' leggings
were 'braced straight out in the stir-
rups as if he ,anticipated his broncho
transforming the concave into the
convex,—known in the 'vernacular as
'bucking."
'"Mad as a hatter,". ,said Grant, in-
ferring the joke was on Pierre. "Let
him be!' Let him .bel He'll ,get over
it! .He's working 'up his rhymes eor
the feast after the 'buffalo ihmnt."
And we 'afterwerd•s got the (benefit
of thos-e rhymes.
The tenth dray west from Pem!bind
our scouts found same herd'cs foot-
prints on soggy grand. At once word
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erich; Alex McEwing, Blyth No. 1;
Thomas Moylan, Seaforth No. 5;
Wm. R. Archibald, Seaforth No. 4.
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A woman from .Florida approached
President Wilson one clay; .and after
the 'gree'tin'g, the President asked,
'What can I do for you "
t'Oh, nothing at all," replied the
woman, "I came from Florida just
to see what a live P•residen't looks
dike. I never saw one 'before."
"That's very kind of you," replied
President Wilson, laughing 'heartily.
"There's no reason 'why you
shouldn't, since many of us 'in the
North here go all the way to 'Florida
just to see a live 'alligator."
"'Now Billy, what did I tell you
last time alb'out birds?"
"Surely you haven'•t fongdtten al-
ready, teacher 1"
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