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Show THE LEW SUN. LEIU. UTAH Jslc Me Another . & General Quiz The Questions t; what American statesman the grandson of a king? ? J the cantaloupe the same as Lckrnellon? f What causes an oases in a Sin was the first depression I w. States? Fe.L npriod of life does vrain grow fastest? tram eiu iL tt !no,n wrote mo iom-w. -Symphony-Bach. Schu- ? JL the capacity of the ffi3n stomacm I The Answers I rharles Bonaparte, who was ffiore Roosevelt's cabinet. t The cantaloupe is one variety puiskmelon. I Swings rising from subter-12 subter-12 1 streams generally cause t The first so-called depression the United States occurred in B and lasted until 1789. i, During the first five years of i I Schubert I Normally from four to five is. M ' WORK FAST- V BUT I LIKE ? ... ni milium CAMELS. THEykE MILDER AND COOLER- BETTER FOR STEADY SMOKIHG 1 j BILL COWM-famed 1 Jpsrtj tmtfr and columnist J . ' COMMON SENSE and years of smoking experience have told Bill Corum what scientists lave confirmed in their research laboratories -that the slower a tigarette burns, the cooler, and ailder the smoking. Some ciga-rettes ciga-rettes burn fast, some slower, jome just in between. laboratory tats show Camels are definitely riower-burning (details below). Turn to Camels and get the extras ? coking pleasure-extra mild-s, mild-s, extra coolness, extra flavor, nd extra smoking. Or, as Bill Coram puts ic "More pleasure Papuffandmorepufisperpackr "tent laboratory tests, CAMELS burned 25 slow than the average of the ."other of the largest-sell-tag brands tested -slower any of them. That the average, a woking p;us equa, to SWKBS 'i MILDNESS, J j WRA COOLNESS .1 l-sP(TRA FLAVOR. s Stow. L Arming tobaccos THE RIVER of SKULL by George Marsh O PENN PUBLISHING CO. WNU SERVICE CHAPTER X 14 On the following morning, it was decided that Noel should hunt the barrens across the river for deer and Alan take the country behind the camp. Certain that they had put at least forty miles between themselves them-selves and the hills where they had seen tha signal smoke, they felt reasonably safe in separating to hunt Leaving the spruce and tamarack tam-arack scrub of the sheltered valley Alan, with Rough at heel, where he had been trained to follow at command, com-mand, came out on the shoulder of the barren. Here Alan hitched Rough to a tree by a thong, for the sight and scent of caribou would make him too excited to controL ' Taking a deeply worn caribou path, Alan traveled inland. From a depression some rock ptarmigan, now In their mottled summer plumage, plum-age, rose with a cackle for their short flight A curious arctic fox watched him for a space from a rise,, shortly to disappear. From a lift in the barren he saw what he had come for. Four caribou stood In the breeze of a neighboring hilL Below them, feeding on low deer-bush, deer-bush, were three others. Sweeping the country with his glasses, Alan saw scattered groups. They were the last stragglers of the migration drifting north to spend the summer sum-mer on the cool barrens away from the fly pest Alan circled to bring his staSk of the feeding deer directly up wind and made a careful approach behind be-hind some lichen covered boulders. He was within short rifle-shot when the deer became excited. They bunched, and two young bucks began be-gan to dance and rear on their hind legs. Firing rapidly before they disappeared disap-peared over the rise, the surprised hunter brought down two of the stampeded caribou. As he approached ap-proached the deer, his eyes swept the tundra to windward but he saw only an empty reach of boulder-strewn boulder-strewn barren, gray with caribou moss. He unwound the leather tump-line from his waist and rapidly skinned the two deer. When the best of the meat was rolled in a hide and lashed with his line, Alan followed the deer path over which he had come, back into - a small swale where, sheltered from the wind, stunted spruce and deer bush fought for life. As he reached a huge lichen covered cov-ered boulder, he heard a noise behind be-hind him. Pivoting, with a side throw of his head, he freed his back of the heavy load to take a stunning blow on the forehead followed by another. His gun slipped from nerveless fingers as the light slowly faded. He lurched forward, stumbled stum-bled a few steps, then crumpled on the deer path. The chatter of strange, high-pitched high-pitched voices greeted his returning consciousness. Somebody talking-Indians. talking-Indians. The whining voices again reached his ears as he lay dazed on the moss. Not Montagnais but like it this talk. Who were they? What was the matter, anyway? Then to the partially stunned hunter came the slow realization of what had happened. He'd been struck from behind. He was lying on his arms. They ached and he endeavored to move them, but they were tied behind his back. His feet, also, were fastened with deer thongs. Rapidly, now, his senses became more acute. He rolled on his side and squinted in the direction direc-tion of the voices. Beside a fire squatted four skin-clad figures. Nas-kapi! Nas-kapi! He had been caught hunting in their country. The tales of the old men of the Montagnais flashed through his consciousness. No man had ever returned from the land of the Naskapi. In a surge of desperation, Alan strained at the thongs binding his wrists behind his back, but the pain that split his head at the effort stopped him. He managed to change to a sitting position and somewhat lessen the torture from the mosquitoes mosqui-toes which swarmed about him. The eldest of the four Indians, roasting meat on sticks, turned to him with a snarl: "Your head is hard, white man!" he exclaimed, in a peculiar shrill voice. Alan, who spoke Montagnais fluently, flu-ently, thrilled to the realization that he understood the Indian, for the tongues are similar. "Where do you come from? No strangers hunt in the land of the Naskapi," the Indian continued, while one of the younger men rose and picked up Alan's 30-30 which lay almost within his reach. As he did so, he spat at the man who sat on the moss with hands lashed behind his back. "I pass through your country." Alan answered, in Montagnais. "I was hungry and needed meat" "You go to the Fort near the Big Water, in the country of the Raw Meat Eaters the Huskies?" "Yes!" "You will not see the fort by the Big Water. You will feed the ra vens and the foxes!" cried the older man fiercely, his small, evil eyes glittering, as he scowled at his prisoner. pris-oner. When Alan's brain became clearer and his strength returned, he started start-ed some rapid thinking. The four Indians who had ambushed him were lean and hard but lacked weight and power. If he had half a chance, if he could once get his hands free and reach them before they shot him down, he would show these wild Naskapi how a white man could fight for his life, one against four. "Many moons ago," went on the leader of the Indians, "white men came down this river. The Husky call it Koksoak, Big River. The Naskapi call it the River of the Naskapi. The white men fed the foxes." Suddenly Alan had an Inspiration. "The River of Skulls," he suddenly asked, "is it far?" The mink-like eyes of the four Naskapi met in looks of stark terror. ter-ror. Their dark faces went gray. Alan watched the hands of one holding hold-ing a chunk of roasted meat shake as he dropped the meat into the fire. "You seek the River of Skulls?" he cried shrilly. "Yes," cried Alan, blindly follow-ing follow-ing up his advantage. "I go to talk with Matchi Manitou. I am a white It v His gun slipped from nerveless fingers. shaman. This summer the spirits make medicine at the River of Skulls." The Naskapi instinctively started and moved back as if fearing the man on the ground would at once set in motion some supernatural power. "A shaman!" gasped one of the younger men. "He says he goes to talk with the spirits at the River of Skulls." "Why,' leered the leader, "if you are a talker with spirits, did you fall when we hit you? Why did you go to sleep?" "When I slept 1 talked with spirits," spir-its," countered Alan, playing for time while he worked the blood into his hands behind his back. "They are angry with the Naskapi." But the Indians were gradually shaking off the panic into which they had been thrown. "Oh Shaman," one cried, "show us you are a Jessikid a maker of medicine. White men do not talk with the spirits of the Indian." "Lose my hands and feet and I will show you." "If you are a talker with spirits you will break the thongs!" derided the leader, but Alan saw they were ill at ease. If he could only keep them uncertain of what to do only gain a little more time while he worked at the thongs on his swollen wrists! The Naskapi withdrew beyond earshot and argued excitedly. While they ceased to watch him, he sucked in long breaths and with all the strength of his arms and shoulders strained at the deer thongs binding his wrists. Slowly he felt them ease. The four men, evidently decided on their course, returned. Rapidly they trimmed with their knives a stunted spruce standing near to a height of six feet above the ground. Then they gathered a pile of dry twigs and branches. What was the meaning of this move? Alan wondered. won-dered. In the meantime, the thongs holding his aching arms were stretching. The circulation was flowing flow-ing in his hands and their strength had returned. He moved his toes and feet They were all right Then his twisting right hand contacted con-tacted something hard in the hip pocket below his belt His Jack-knife! Jack-knife! But what was the idea of the trimmed spruce the fire wood? Then the realization of the sinister purpose of the Naskapi reached the bound man who watched them. They were taking him at his word had decided to test his powers as a sorceror. His claims were to be put to the proof by fire. The Indians were approaching him. To Alan's surprise, the leader bent and cut the thongs binding his feet keeoing his small eyes avert ed. "Rise, sorceror, and stand by the spruce. If you speak with a double tongue, the fire will eat you. If you are a friend of spirits, it will not burn you!" A surge of hope speeded his heart, as Alan scrambled to his feet and stretched his cramped leg3. But his hopes suddenly fell when he reached the spruce and one of the Indians wound a deer thong twice around his neck and made him fast to the tree. "If your medicine is strong, the fire will not burn! Make your magic, mag-ic, oh Shaman!" Instead of lifting a burning ember em-ber from the cooking fire and starting start-ing the kindlings at Alan's feet the young Indian took the flint steel and dry most tinder from his fire-bag, fire-bag, struck the flint with the steel, sending a spark into the tinder held in his cupped hands, which he blew into a flame and placed under un-der the shredded bark and kindlings. kin-dlings. .Alan looked long at the sun his last sun. His tormented eyes, now swollen almost shut, dropped to the barrens toward the river and back to the caribou path he had followed from the fringe of the timber. Then his heart checked, to leap wildly as the blood pounded in his throat There, on a rise, silhouetted against the sky stood a black animal with lifted nose scenting the air. Then it disappeared. Time! Time! He must have time! He forgot the agony of the myriad flies that had spotted his face and hands with blood. He burst into a wild sing-song in imitation of a conjuror he had once heard at the Lake of the Snows. The Indians chattered twenty feet away, evidently evident-ly disturbed. Then as the kindlings failed to catch from the tinder he cried: "Tshipi! The Spirit! He has an-swered! an-swered! See, he has ordered the spruce sticks not to burn! My spirit spir-it is strong! He is overhead, there, in the sky!" The Naskapi followed Alan's eyes to where a raven circled low to the earth, above them. With a desperate des-perate heave, Alan freed his hands and still keeping his elbows stiff against his side, got the knife from his pocket and opened it behind his back. A little longer! If he could delay the starting of the fire again until he was readyy-ready to make his fight for life! While the uneasy Indians till talked with awed voices as they watched the circling raven, Alan continued in the whine of a coast medicine man. "Tshipi, my brother, is here. He has heard my call. He comes as a raven to make the spruce sticks smoke, but not burn!" The four Naskapi stood, swart faces twisted with apprehension, watching the circling raven, when, with a roar, a great dog bounded into the fold in the tundra. "Roughy! Come on Roughy! Get 'em, boy!" shouted the half-deliri ous Cameron, slashing the thongs at his neck and rushing headlong at the startled group of Naskapi. "Atimwok!" shrieked the leader, picking up his gun and firing wildly from the hip at the bounding husky as Alan reached them from the rear and drove his short-bladed knife deep into the back of the nearest man. As he turned, a rifle roared in his face and, half-blinded, he dove headlong at the knees of the Indian holding the smoking gun, hurling him to the ground. But the impact drove the knife from his hand. Desperate with the thought that his wound would sap his last ounce of strength, Alan tore his right arm free from the grip of the writhing Indian, pinioned the oth tr's knife hand to his side and found 4- Ruth Wyelh Spears cA5 sn sfd i lb vuM m mm m wv elj his throat. With the strength of a madman, the Naskapi fought to free his neck from the white man's fingers that closed on his windpipe like a vise. But the hunter who fought against time the instant his wound would suddenly slow his heart would not be denied. Holding Hold-ing his enemy with the grip of a bear, he choked him into insensibility. insensi-bility. Behind Alan, raging like a fury, the husky, escaping the two shots from the muzzle loaders, leaped and slashed at the two retreating Indians Indi-ans who fought the frenzied dog with their empty guns and their knives. Avoiding by a side leap the clubbed gun of one. Rough catapulted cata-pulted into the older man who slashed the air in a wild thrust as the canny Ugava again dodged. Then as the Indian stumbled backward, back-ward, the dog leaped in and struck with his long tusk at the exposed throat ripping the flesh like paper. As the Ungava made a side spring away from his enemy, a gun butt crashed on his skull. With a roar of rage, the great dog staggered, shook his head, then leaped back as the gun butt again arched through the air. But as the clubbed gun missed its mark, Rough leaped, carrying the Indian beneath him to the moss. A knife flashed in the sun, as the maddened husky's tusks snapped and tore, struck again and again. The thrashing shape beneath the dog suddenly relaxed. Mad with rage, the Ungava shook the Naskapi with a ripped Jugular, like a rabbit Near him, the panting Alan lay across the limp body of the Indian, still pinning his throat with his closed fingers. The swollen tongue and bulging eyes told their story. But in the face of the man who had won, there was a look of blank amazement He was till strong. He felt no pain. He sat up and ran his hand over his chest There was no blood! Then he found a tear in his powder-burned shirt close to his ribs. Missed! With a glad yelp the husky left the enemy he was worrying and sprang to nuzzle his master's face. Alan opened his arms to circle the blood-smeared blood-smeared mane of his whining dog. "Roughy! Roughy! You chewed the leash and came looking for Alan! Al-an! Bless your shaggy, old heart! You were Just in time, t-y just barely 1n time!" The love-snuffle of the white muzzle muz-zle in Alan's face merged into a low whine as Alan's arm rubbed the slashed shoulder of his dog. "Why, they got you!" Alan carefully care-fully examined the knife thrust in the shoulder from which blood oozed. "I knew they missed you with the guns for you kept right after aft-er them. It was too sudden for them that rush of yours! This cut is not so bad, boy, but we must get back to camp before it stiffens and cripples you." Toward evening, down on the riv-- er shore, two men and a girl waited for the return of the man and dog who had gone into the barrens. "He must have found the deer," observed McCord, "or he'd have shown up before this." "Flentee tarn. He pack de beeg back load of meat," said Noel, who had wandered all day on the tundra to thr. wesV without seeing a caribou. cari-bou. "I'm wondering if anything has happened," suggested Heather, rocking nervously back and forth on the gravel beach and hugging her knees. "I've been feeling sort of spooky all day as if something was wrong." She rose, running her fingers through her mass of tumbled tum-bled hair and turned to gaze long at the shoulder of the barren above the valley. (TO DE CONTINUED) pad cWiM, ir AND FILL IN rJf7rADDmG SPACES WITH l&mWffJ COTTON 'ifMltf& BATTING i ItrV Beautifying: an old chair. Jacksnipe Visit Many Sections of the United States; Once Called "Crazy Birds" There isn't a section of the United States, from Alaska to Florida, where there is bogland that the Jacksnipe doesn't visit writes Ding Darling in the Indianapolis News. It breeds from right up close to the arctic circle through a wide belt of country down into New Jersey, then spends its winters over an expanse ex-panse of territory that Wkes in North Carolina, California and the southernmost part of Brazil. With its swift weaving flight and its plaintive cry of "Scalp, scaip!" as it takes wing, the jacksnipe is the familiar sprite of the lowlands, the damn pasture, the muddy shore of lake and stream. The Jacksnipe comes and goes mysteriously on its migration journeys. jour-neys. The farmer finds a colony of snipe busy probing in his meadow mead-ow on an October morning where he has never before seen a snipe, and as abruptly, they're all gone. "Crazy birds," the old marsh-men marsh-men used to call them; some days they'd be tame and trusting, other days wild and wary. In the spring the jacksnipe does a mating song and dance act in the air. at night mostly, and when you've heard the performance you've been right close to the spirit of the marsh. Woodcock Wood-cock have a similar mating exhibition. exhibi-tion. In fact woodcock and snipe have a lot in common, in appearance appear-ance and habits, except that snipe keep to open country and woodcock haunt the brushy bogs. Jacksnipe have sadly decreased In the last quarter century due to the craze for changing marshes which once yielded profitable crops of fur, fowl and fish into sour, unproductive un-productive farm lands on which the new crops were never able to pay the drainage bonds. Voltaire Changed His Name The great French poet dramatist, and philosopher known to the world as Voltaire, was Francois Marie Arouet born in 1694, the ton ot Francois and Marie Marguerite Daumart Arouet At the age ot twenty -four he was imprisoned in the Bastile for writing verses that displeased the regent of France During this imprisonment be changed nis name to Arouet de Voltaire. Vol-taire. But as time passed the "Arouet" was dropped and he be came known simply as V.iltaire. LI ERE is proof of what a beauty A 1 treatment and a new costume will do for an out-of-date chair. Its new dress is very chic. The material is a soft old red cotton crash with seam cordinga and binding for the scalloped skirt In dove gray. An inch was cut from the back legs to tilt the chair for greater comfort. The carving at the top and the upholstery on the back and arms were left in place, but the lines of the chair were completely com-pletely changed by padding with cotton batting. Unbleached muslin mus-lin was then stretched over the padding to make all perfectly smooth. Soft rags or excelsior may be used for filling under the cotton if desired. 4 NOTE: Mrs. Spears has pre pared four booklets for our read ers containing a total of 128 thrifty homemaking ideas; with step-by- step illustrated directions. Each book contains an assortment of curtains; slip-covers; household furnishings; rag rugs; toys; gifts and novelties for bazaars. Books may be ordered one at' a time at 10 cents each; but rf you enclose 40 cents with your order for four books (No, 1, 2, 3 and 4) you will receive a FREE set of three quilt block patterns of Mrs. Spears' Fa vorite Early American designs. Address: Mrs. Spears, prawer 10, Bedford Hills, New York. Mtiie house Tarnished egg spoons can be quickly cleaned by washing with a rag dipped in salt. Sew several thicknesses of old turkish towel together for hot dish or pot holders. Threading curtains on to their rods again after washing is difll cult and if they are thin the blunt end of the rod may tear them Avoid this by fitting a smooth thimble over the end of the rod be fore threading. Carving lamb roasts is much easier if they have been boned and tied before cooking. French fried potatoes will be more crisp if allowed to stand in cold water for hall an hour be fore frying. Save soap scraps, all of them Put into a pan and cover with cold water; simmer until every bit is melted and the liquid is clear Put in a Jar and keep near sink It will set into a jelly. Kitchens should be cheerful and comfortable as well as convenient. A high stool is an aid to comfort in preparing vegetables or mixing ingredients. An attractive corner where the homemaker can sit and read over a new recipe, make out her order list of groceries or wait for, a dish to finish cooking adds considerably to a comfortable kitchen. 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