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PLEASURE ( GIVE ME A HOW-BURNING, CIGARETTE. CAMELS ARE MILDER AND cooler! VSpSS MAN ON WHEELS" six.&y bicycle racing is 8-time ma Cecil Yates, Jc. (above). Bat agarettes,Cecil is on the slow side anokes slow-burning Camels. 1 Camels. Find out for yourself Camels give you more pleasure ! Nf-and more puffs per packl more actud smoking.) to recent laboratory tests, MMELS burned 25 slow- than the average of the other of the largest-seB-h brands tested -slower tta" any of them. That Beans on tee average, a --u6 pius equal to pwrRA MILDNESS, COOLNESS, EXTRA FLAVOR CHAPTER VIII Continued 13 With Rough as the leader, followed fol-lowed in turn by Powder, Rogue end Shot as wheel or sled dog, the big puppies were started to the school of collar, trace and trail. On the young snow of those keen October Oc-tober days, when the wind had the Ledge of a knife, it was a joy to Alan and Noet to train dogs with such spirit and power. Rapidly the winter shut to and the frost strengthened. Farther and farther out the Ice sheet reached to the lake and, near the shore, became be-came so thick that they raised their nets. But the big cache was now piled high with frozen fish. Twice, when the river closed, they drove the dogs down to the cabin on the Talking to find all well with John and Heather and no news from McQueen. And then, at last, came the Mon-tagnais Mon-tagnais "Moon When the Snow Hangs in the Trees," and, to the middle of December, Alan and Noel started with the dogs to search for the headwater lakes of the Kok-soak. Kok-soak. Over the barrens flanking the valley val-ley of the Sinking Lakes, they traveled trav-eled into the northeast But it was a long-faced Noel who trotted behind be-hind the eager dogs over the sparkling spar-kling tundra. "No one evair go into dis coun-tree coun-tree and come back," he reminded Alan as they stood on a high barren bar-ren and gazed over the undulating white waste to the north and east, seemingly aflame as the sun slanted slant-ed across its limitless expanse. "Well," said Alan, dropping his mitten slung to his neck by a thong and wiping the rime from his face with a bare hand, "someone always has to be first, eh, Rough?" For days they traveled north of the valley of the Sinking Lakes but, in that direction, beyond the dim blue hills they had often seen from the valley, they found no water courses flowing north; no headwater lakes. . One morning they headed into the southeast In the sparsely wooded valleys, snow-white arctic hares, their long ears tipped with black, jumped from willow thickets to race away at the coming of the dof-team. dof-team. Once, at a distance, threx curious white foxes danced grotesquely gro-tesquely on the snow, inspecting the approach of the team, until the excited ex-cited dogs, getting their scent, set up a frenzied yelping which drove them away over the tundra, like wisps of white smoke. Because of the wood, the boys had stopped in a small valley, where a stream headed, to boil their kettle. ket-tle. After eating, they continued south and came out of the fold in the hills to higher country. As Alan, who was leading the team, reached the lip of the valley and looked far into the east he raised his hands with a shout "Noel!" he cried. "Look at that lake over there! We've found it!" Noel joined him and the two gazed in amazement across the tundra. There, miles away to the east, beyond be-yond the low hills of the foreground, reached the level, white shell of an enormous lake, until it was lost in the haze of the distance. "Why. it's as big as Lake Bienville Bien-ville on the Great Whale, Noel!" exclaimed Alan excitedly. "This must be one of the lakes to the old men's tales." The Indian stood in awe gazing at the white reaches of the distant lake. Far to the north and south stretched the shimmering floor of snow and wind-scoured ice, and into the east until it merged with the horizon. "Eet ees ver beeg lak" he said. "Big riviere flow out of dis." "And that river must be a headwater head-water of the Koksoak!" cried Alan. "We're over the Height-of-Land. The rivers all run north, here! We've found it Noel! We've found it!" That night the boys camped on the shore of the great lake in the wind break of a stand of black spruce. While the dogs lay curled in the sleep-holes, Alan and Noel talked beside a roaring fire. "We'll travel right around this lake until we find the outlet NoeL Then we'll hunt to find a way to get into it with the canoes from the Sinking Lakes." "Mebbe dis lak not flow into de beeg riviere." "Noel, this lake Is surely the headwaters of the big river, or of one of its branches. It's got to be, flowing north as the river does. And we'll soon find out" Snug in their caribou sleeping bags, the tired boys slept beside their fire. In the morning, they started along shore over the wind-brushed wind-brushed ice in search of the outlet. All day they traveled rapidly north until, shortly after noon, when the light died, they were at the end of the lake, but as yet had found no outlet which would lead, as they hoped, into the north and the great Kokiak. The next morning they saw what appeared to be a long island lying oS the shore. Cutting in beyond the island they found that the lake reached to the north, like the fingers on a hand, in three separate bays. And from each of these ran an outlet "Look, Noel," said Alan, as they stood on a low hill and followed the channels of the three streams with the binoculars. "These outlets run right into the north through a flat valley and must join, later. I tell you we're on Koksoak water. To the east the ridges all run north and south not a break in them. We've found it boyl We're on the Koksoak!" The Indian nodded his head to agreement "Now we'll follow the east shore and see if this is the main discharge. dis-charge. Some of these lakes have two. But I'm positive no water could run to the east from the lay of the country, It's bound to travel north." - With the boys riding the toboggan, away galloped the dogs along the eastern shore. In an hour, looking across the wide expanse of ice into the southwest they could barely see the white hills from which they had discovered the great lake. In places, the hard snow, carved by the wind, rippled away for miles like white waves; in places the ice was scoured almost clean of its snow blanket, making sledding a delight On, up the east shore, the eager dogs took them at a gallop. But at iPii "Noel!" he cried. "We've found it." noon the sun in the south was gradually gradu-ally smothered in haze. To the north banks of lead-colored clouds piled above the white hills. "Snow comin'," announced Noel, as they stopped to give the dogs a breather. "Sure enough!" agreed Alan. "What do you say to crossing the lake to the camp we had two nights back in that thick timber? It may be an old drifter and last for days. With the hills running as they do, there's no outlet from this side. After the blow we'll make sure." "Eet ees far across there. We have to hurry." "But we've got the dogs to make it Haven't we, Rough, old boy!" Alan went to the great dog sprawled on the wind-hammered snow, and rubbed his ears as he looked into the slant eyes. "You take the team across this lake before that snow comes. Roughy?" Rough answered with a red laugh as his breath rose like smoke on the biting air. CHAPTER IX Back in their windbreak of black spruce, the boys holed in for the storm. For three days the "drifter" "drift-er" pounded the barrens, driving every living thing, furred or feathered, feath-ered, to the sanctuary of the spruce or to snug burrows in the snow. The morning of the fourth day when the sun, flanked by two brass balls of sun-dogs or false suns, lifted above the horizon while the skies to the north and west were still a dense blue-black, the wind had died. With the stinging air shot with glittering glit-tering snow crystals, their frozen breaths trailing behind them like smoke, men and dogs started for the bead of the lake. Along the shores the wind had heaped huge drifts but much of the lake ice had been scoured of snow. Camping at the head of the lake, the following day. they started over the young snow for the shoulders of the nearest near-est hill to search for a spring water route from the Sinking Lakes. Here in the timber the boys broke trail on snowshoes ahead of the team for there was three feet of new snow and. without firm footing, the dogs wallowed to their shoulders. shoul-ders. Everywhere, the night before, be-fore, the wild creatures had traveled trav-eled in search of food after the storm. At last Alan discovered a water route to the big lake, by way of a chain of ponds lying on the Height-of-Land. The object of their exploring explor-ing trip was accomplished. The Montagnals' "Great Moon" of January with its searing winds and nights when the lake ice split with tha boom of muffled artillery and tha spruce snapped under the contraction of the frost rode over the barrens, followed by the "Moon of the Eagle." Night after night the aurora lit the white tundra and streamers of pearly mist writhed acros the heavens beneath stars that shone through with a spectral blue. "The Spirits of the Dead at Play," the Eskimos call the dancing danc-ing lights of the polar heavens. Often fearful for the safety of the man and girl wintering on the Talk-ing. Talk-ing. Alan and Noel rode the Iced river trail behind their galloping dogs. More than once during the winter, win-ter, John had crossed strange snow-shoe snow-shoe trails. Some were the bear-paw bear-paw prints of the Montagnais and some the long shape of the coast Cree. The cabin on the Talking was being watched. McQueen was biding bid-ing his time waiting to follow the canoe that would start in the spring. With May the high barrens began to wake from their winter's sleep. Shoulders of tundra thrust through their white blankets to expose lilac-green lilac-green pastures of caribou moss. Riding the brown snow water, after aft-er the ice left the Talking, came Alan and Noel in the canoe they had taken to the Sinking Lakes on the sled. When John and Heather returned from the barren with bags filled with cranberries, they planned their start. "It will be June before the ice leaves the big lake," said Alan, "but we can take our stuff in the two canoes to the head of it and be ready to start when it does." "Yes," agreed McCord, "we've got no time to lose." On. the last day, as they sealed doors and windows of the cabin against the sure attacks of bear and wolverine, Heather turned wistfully to Alan: "Remember, Alan, that day last winter when I came back to find you and Noel with Dad?" "Do I remember?" he laughed. "Your eyes were like saucers and your mouth opened like that." He indicated the extent of the opening with hands held wide apart "You wondered what kind of animals had drifted in out of the bush." "I know now," she said, "that two good friends drifted in." Alan gazed curiously to the girl's sober face. "Brace up, Heather!" he said, with a laugh. "Just think, girl, what a great time we're going to have!" Her fine brows contracted as she returned his gaze. "Do you think, Alan, we're ever coming back?" she asked. "I've dreamed such terrible things, this winter. McQueen will surely ambush am-bush us when we start back with the gold if we find it" Its honey-combed ice flooded with pools of water, and entirely open to wide areas, from which rose clouds of vapor, the great lake reached, under the June sun, to the hills dim on the eastern horizon. For days the big Peterboro had waited while three men and a girl watched its frozen shell soften and break up. "A few more days and we'll be able to start for the cache at the outlet," observed Alan, as he and McCord removed the gray koko-mesh koko-mesh and silvery white-fish from their gill-net and returned to the hungry dogs who stood, breast-deep in the icy water clamoring to be fed. "Probably the ice at the foot of the lake is out by now," replied McCord, Mc-Cord, "and a good south wind will start these big rafts up here. I wonder how close behind us Mc-Queen Mc-Queen Is." , "Not far, I'll bet But he'll never get the two Conjuror River Indians to go down the river with him. We'll only have four to handle when the time comes. What are we go-tog go-tog to do let him dog us clear to the River of Skulls or?" "What d'you say?" interrupted the big man to the other end of the canoe, "I say I don't want to slave all summer and then fight for our dust I'd rather fight now!" Suddenly Alan's Al-an's gray eyes softened, as he added: add-ed: "But then, there's Heather." "Yes, there's Heather. Their game is to trail us, then wipe us out to get that gold, and what would become of her?" "I've been thinking of her. I didn't want her to come. Now she's with us, I've turned Indian." "You mean?" The cold eyes glittered glit-tered beneath the livid scar on Mc- Cord's forehead. "I mean when I think of Heather in their hands, I forget all law. It's a finish fight John, and no quarter. They're going to make it their lives or ours!" McCord's big knuckled hands closed convulsively on his paddle. "A finish fight and no quarter, part ner!" he repeated, huskily. "AU law's off on the Koksoak! I know. McQueen. He'd wipe us out with out a qualm. Then they'd murder ' Heather, later, before they reached the coast leave no witnesses, no evidence against them. And they'd have our gold." "There's another thing, John the Naskapi. Drummond got by with- j out meeting them. But we're bound to run into them somewhere on the ! Koksoak. We're passing through tneir country, we u neea juck wnen , we do." i The giant nodded. "Let's hope Mc-' Queen meets up with them first." At last the south wind and the ! high June sun cleared the lake of its , rotting raft-ice and the big Peter- j boro, in which they were to make the voyage, reached the hidden 1 cache at the outlets. There the precious bags of flour, beans and pemmican which they were to leave with the extra canoe, were wrapped i in tarpaulin and stored on the high , platform. While the freshet water following the ice thundered down the three outlets into the flat valley to the north, the supplies for the j summer were carefully overhauled and packed in bags. Spruce setting , poles were cut and shod with irons , McCord had brought from Rupert Every ounce of superfluous equipment equip-ment was stored on the cache, for they could not guess what long portages port-ages awaited them on this unknown river that flowed hundreds of miles north to the sea; what churning white-waters, around which they would have to pack canoe and supplies. sup-plies. Only the Naskapi and the caribou in their migrations had looked upon the upper Koksoak. The water dropped rapidly and Alan and Noel returned one night from an inspection of the central outlet which they were to follow, with the news that the river was now passable for a canoe. Following Follow-ing their daily custom, when the boys had eaten, they climbed to the nearest high ground to sweep the lake with their glasses. Miles to the south, Alan's glasses picked up something of Interest. "W'at you see?" demanded Noet He handed the binoculars to Noel and waited for the Indian's verdict (TO BE CONTINUED) Early Irish Missionaries in Germany Able to Make Themselves Understood Irish missionaries who came to central Germany from the Sixth to the Eighth century, bringing the gospel that St Patrick had carried car-ried to them still earlier, had no difficulty in making themselves understood. un-derstood. That there were plenty of people in Germany at that time who spoke a Celtic language very similar to ancient Gaelic is the belief be-lief of Prof. Emil Menke-Gluckert of the Dresden Technical college, notes a writer in the Kansas City Star. Evidence is scrappy and scattered, scat-tered, but in Professor Mehke-Gluckert's Mehke-Gluckert's opinion sufficient. There are numerous place-names in central cen-tral and western Germany that can be traced to a Celtic origin. A record rec-ord of a notable sermon by a preacher named Gallus includes the statement that afterwards it was "interpreted" to a German-speaking audience at Constance by another an-other priest; if Gallus had spoken German, the services of an interpreter inter-preter would not have been needed. A telling point the German scientist scien-tist feels, is the total absence of any Celtic-German dictionaries or grammars dating from that period. Such bilingual aids are always among the first books developed in any foreign missionary effort. The only books of that date are Gospels and other devotional works in Latin, with glosses or marginal notes in Gaelic, never in German. It is well known that the pre-German pre-German population of the Rhine and Danube valleys was Celtic. Professor Pro-fessor Menke-Gluckert's hypothesis is that when the conquering Germanic Ger-manic tribes moved in, they made themselves into an aristocratic class of masters, under whom the descendants of the original owners of the land lived as an inferior class, speaking their own language. Only after the rise of a dynasty of Frank-ish Frank-ish Christian kings who sought closer contact with Rome, he says, did the common use of the Celtic language, and with it the predominant predom-inant influence of Irish missionaries, die out among the mass of the populace. Most Widely Inscribed Palindrome The most widely inscribed palindrome, palin-drome, or phrase spelled the same backward as forward, is a Greek motto of 25 letters which means "Wash my trangressions, not only my face" and which is carved on the fonts cf many Christian churches throughout the world. Collier'r Weekly. Piece a border for kitchen curtains. T)0 YOU remember this old-fashioned old-fashioned Saw Tooth quilt pattern? pat-tern? It has been used for the border of many a handsome quilt. It is so effective and bo simple to piece that it should serve more decorative purposes. Here it trims kitchen curtains of unbleached muslin. It surprises one a little to see how modern it looks. Cut a piece of stiff paper in a perfect square and then cut diagonally through the center. One half will make your triangle pattern. The size suggested in the sketch makes a very striking border. If a very strong, bright color is used for the plain triangles, a narrower border in this design will also make a good showing. NOTE: Mrs. Spears has prepared pre-pared for our readers a set of three Quilt Block Patterns from her favorite Early American designs. de-signs. Included in the set is the Kaleidoscope, and the Whirlwind, The third is the Ann Rutledge, which Mrs. Spears sketched from an original in the Rutledge Tavern Tav-ern at New Salem, III., where Abe Lincoln boarded, and where he EDUCATION courted the proprietor's daughter, according to the romantic legend so familiar to movie goers. It is an unusual variation of the Nine- patch, and rich with' historical background. For set of three complete com-plete patterns, send 10 cents in coin to Mrs. Spears, Drawer 10, Bedford Ilills, New York. Miniature Army A military museum in Paris has a collection of 19,000 dolls. Each is about two and a half inches tali, and clad in period uniform. The uniforms and weapons are-. perfect replicas of those used in the Napoleonic wars. The whole army of 19,000 was made by one man an Alsatian soldier who fought under Napoleon, and spent the rest of his life making miniature mini-ature soldiers. A S GOVERNMENT Rives force t public epinion, it is rwentinl that public opinion be enlightened. Washington. A popular government without popular information ... is but the prologue to farces or a tragedy or perliapa both. Madison. We have faith in education ai the foundation of democratic govern, went F. D, Roaseveli. In our country and in our times, bo man it worthy the honored name of statesman who does not inelude practical education of the people in all plant of administration. Horace Mann. THROAT Got cold? Every swallow Mora to crtch your throat till it'a rough and raw? Out a bos of Luden'. Let Luden'i apscitA ingredient! 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