Show THE GUNNISON VALLEY NEWS GUNNISON UTAH If WHO’S RIVER of 'S by George 0 CHAPTER “16— His name Was Napayo in Naska pi the “One Who Sees Far” With his father mother and brother he had left the Quiet Water and Journeyed up the Koksoak In search o1 the deer for this spring no deer were crossing the Quiet Water where they always passed and the salmon had not started to rqn His family needed not only dried meat for the winter but summer skins to make clothes and they were in de they spair Living on river fish reached the Nipiw the River o Death long ago agreed on between the Fort Chimo Naskapi and the Caribou People of the upper Koksoak as the frontier the dead line between their hunting grounds beyond which there should be no passing But Napayo’s family so feared that they would miss the deer migration and later starve that they took the chance of traveling into the A week before forbidden country on the Koksoak below this long lake they were surprised by the Caribou People He alone survived and was taken into the barrens where they were to burn him at a A night later he had esstake caped and reached the lake Jautj having no line or net was starving “You passed the River of Skulls on the way up the Koksoak?” asked Alan abruptly in Montagnais Into the pinched features of the The Naskapi crept a look of awe were eyes brilliant from fasting filled with dread as he avoided the straight gaze of the white man “It is the Forbidden Water We pass the mouth on the Big River but no one journeys to the Gorge of the hair” “It’s only Indians who seem to notice my hair’ she answered wistfully His brows contracted as he searched her thoughtfully face “See here" he said earnestly “you don’t mean that do you? Why your hair is beautiful Heather and when it comes to dimples—” But she flung herself away and blood stained her brown neck while Alan closely watched her Could it be? he wondered Could it be that Heather— No it was foolish to think that this girl he had thought of treated as a sister could— Why she was almost like another boy a comrade not a woman Like a younger brother cheerful sharing their hardships without a murmur It was impossible! But of late he had certainly sensed someth ipg m her manner After the fight on the barren when she had bandaged his head he had no- ticed that her hands shook— there had been an indefinable something in her eyes She often had a way of looking at him with those dark lashed eyes of hers when she thought he didn’t see her— Then' again there were times when she had been silent strange moody The next day the Peterboro left the lake and entered the river Down past towering cliffs where the river gradually dropped of? the higher plateau over black shale and limestone ledges to the lower country they traveled Outcrops of Iron ore rusting the rocks at the water’s edge brought Joy to the heart of John McCord “Today" he told the eager Alan 'we’ve been passing millions of tons ot Iron but what 1 want to tee U '' ’ Marsh “But Noel says there’s a man there— that she didn’t treat you well after you went north to get the dogs That was because of us” “Noel shouldn’t talk about it” “But I asked him and he’s my friend It was because you met father and me and denied it and Instead of staying at Fort George went north for the dogs that she let you go away unhappy' Noel has told met” “It doesn’t matter Heather" he objected ill at ease “It does matter You’re unhappy now thinking about her Perhaps when you come back to Fort George with gold—perhaps she will change” “She is not like that Heather” “But she made you unhappy and hate her I” —I CHAPTER “Yon passed the River of Skulls oo the way op the Koksoak?” was the photographic print of a girl with a wealth of dark hair her hand on the massive head of a great husky who looked up into her face Temporarily oblivious of his surroundings Alan gazed at the likeness of Berthe Dessane Then he was aware that someone stood behind him and turning saw Heather stumble blindly toward her tent He watched her crawl into the tent then he wrapped the print in its parchment and put it back in his bag There was nothing to do about it She had seen him unwrap the of Berthe snap-shlooked at it over his shoulder gone to her tent What he had for some time sensed And it had come about was true through no fault of his It was Just life Finishing shaving Alan took the canoe and with Noel set the n a thoroughfare between the and one behind It then with Rough in the boat went for a swim clean-uand in a secluded cove while Noel and Napayo hung deer meat over a smoke fire It was a warm afternoon without wind and the sun was still high The cool Ungava twilight was hours away and leaving the stinging water Alan beat the circulation back into his arms and legs then lay on the sand to enjoy the sunshine But as the sun bathed his glistening skin his thoughts were of the girl who had sought the solace of her tent to lie alone with her heartache Heather cared for him There was nothing to be done about it It had been evident for weeks but he had refused to see it He wondered if John knew Dressing Alan started around the island back to the camp with Rough in the bow He was idling along occupied with his thoughts when from behind a point of boulders came the sound of an animal walking in the water Alan reached for his rifle rested it across his legs then quietly worked the canoe out to the point of boulders thrusting Into the lake Again he heard the thrashing in the water from the far side of the point The boat reached the tip of the point and the sand beach beyond opened Into view For an Instant paralyzed by surprise Alan stared At the edge of the water a glorious girl was dancing her arms waving high to start the circulation In her superb white body Then of a sudden she stood motionless with arms extended to the sky blonde head thrown back in the attitude of a suppliant The picture of perfectly modelled breast and torso of symmetrical hip and thigh reached Alan’a atartled eyes before his paddle drove the canoe backward out of eight But the whine ot Rough followed by a yelp had drawn the attention ot the bath THIS WNU SERVICE “Yes" Spirits” “How far from this lake is the mouth?” Napayo held up three then four fingers as he said: “Not far three-f- our There is much white sleeps water and falls between” Alan and John exchanged triumphant looks They were within a few days of their goal But Noel looked uneasy He still remembered the talks of the old men Still wherever Alan went he would go “We do not go Fort Chimo’ explained Alan to the Indian boy whose hand holding a cup of broth “We stop four visibly trembled sleeps down the river We will take you with us” Evidently from the grayness of his swart features Napayo was but he did not greatly disturbed ' reply The news that a large band of Naskapi were not far east of the lake hunting the deer at a water drove the Peterboro on crossing down the lake and far into the twiAfter a long talk with the light Fort Chimo Naskapi Noel was satisfied that his story was true There was nothing else to do but take him along in the canoe crowded though it was with people and supplies Later he would be more than useful as a hunter when the deer headed south on their fall migration In camp that night at the outlet the Naskapi’s eyes seldom left the girl who dressed like a white man The marvel of her blonde hair held him spellbound Often he failed to hear Noel’s questions so intense was his interest and when" the mosquitoes drove her to wrap her golden head in netting his lean face went grave with disappointment “Look out Heather" teased Alan “or you’ll have another Indian trying to touch the gold in your NEWS PtNN PUBLISHING CO er and she saw the bow of the cathe granite and limestone streaked noe disappear behind the point of with quartz veins carrying pyrites that Aleck Drummond found on the boulders River of Skulls” Savagely Alan Cameron drove the He had blunThey passed the mouths of large canoe back to camp rivers flowing from the east and dered stupidly but after all it was the canoe again entered a lake filled not his fault with islands rimmed with boulders At supper he avoided Heather’s that were strewn along beaches of eyes and listened while Noel talked sand and pebble It was late after- to the Naskapi but to Alan’s surnoon of the second day and the prise there was no change in her canoemen were tired from the conmanner toward him After the meal stant toil of carrying around falls he went to her where she sat play so it ing on the beach with the puppies and impassable was decided to make an early camp rolling them on their backs makamong the islands Kneeling be- ing them open their cavernous jaws side his small clothes bag on the filled with white tusks sand beach Alan got out his steel “I didn’t know— today” he began mirror soap and razor for he diffidently “I’m very sorry! I shaved and took a plunge Into the thought you were at the camp here cold water of the Koksoak whenI heard a noise in the water and ever opportunity offered In the thought it was deer’’ clothes bag with his few personal She met his embarrassed eyes was a small parcel frankly but her brown face was belongings wrapped in deer parchment to prodark with color as she said: “It tect it from moisture Squatted on doesn’t matter Nothing matters I” his heels beside his bag Alan’s “Oh yes It does!” he said imeyes rested on the flat parcel and pulsively “We’ve been such good he took it from the bag and un- friends You’re not going to spoil wound the skin envelope Inside it all? We’re still going to be the same—” “That girl’s picture you carry Heather suddenly interrupted “She —she’s the one at Fort George Noel told me about?” XI The following day the Peterboro left the lake and shortly passed the mouth of the Nipiw the River of Death which marks the hunting dead line between the Fort Chimo Naskapi and the Caribou People According to Napayo they were now within two days’ travel of the high terraces that mark the western slope of the valley at the mouth of the River of Skulls At noon they reached a wide rocky gorge where the river had cut through the strata to race over limestone ledges in a succession of chutes and reaches broken by pools hundreds of yards in extent For hours the four men toiled carrying canoe and supplies to the foot of the impassable water where the canoe might again be launched When John McCord appeared bending double under the last huge load suspended by the tump-linover his head he asked: “Did you men notice the salmon in those pools back there? There’s a big hatch of flies coming down stream and the pools are alive with feeding winninish" “What do you say we camp here and set a net?" suggested the practical Alan McCord looked pityingly at his friend “Set a net?” he groaned “And you with Scotch blood in your veins? Of course a net’s all right when we need grub for ourboy selves and the dogs But back there’s the best in Canada Just waiting for me You people make camp while I have a go at those big fellows I saw breaking” So McCord lashed a cod hook to a spruce stick for a gaff then with his steel rod started back for the great pools which had made his e fisherman’s mouth water A upstream he stopped at a pool hundreds of feet in width the flat surface of which was broken everywhere with the rising of feeding fish “What a pool! What a pool!” he muttered as he looped a fly on his leader "It’s a crime to fish a pool like this with a steel rod that won’t whip a fly fifty feet" Standing in the water to his knees McCord cast his fly The g fly hardly reached the Surface when three fish leaped at it— He struck and a streak of silver flashed In the air Then fifty feet away the salmon leaped savagely shaking his head to free himself of the hook Time after time the gallant winninish broke the surface of the pool in a blur of thrashing silver and flying spray At last exhausted the salmon was led in to the shore and gaffed “Seven-eigpounds if he weighs an ounce!’’ exclaimed John breaking the fish’s neck with his knife and tossing it back among the stones “It’s a crime to take these beauties in a “It’s a long way to come for it" chuckled the pleased sportsman when he started back with a load of fish “but the old Koksoak’s got the best winninish fishing in the Dominion That pool was full of beau- ties” Suddenly there was the crunch of moccasins on pebbles behind him and the fish McCord dropping wheeled in his tracks to meet the impact of lunging bodies while three pairs of sinewy arms circled his legs and waist backward the surStaggering prised giant finally regained his balance then spreading his legs his tore at the big hands savagely throat and wrist of an Indian clingWith the fury of a ing to his waist Berserk he broke the grip of the Naskapi as he would that of a child lifted him bodily in the air while the others clung to his legs and hurled him headlong to the boulders on the river shore below Reaching the chin ot the man on his right leg by sheer strength the giant bent back the head until the neck snapped and the body fell limp Then whirling he fell with his right knee in the ribs of the man still clinging desperately to his left leg and as the Indian relaxed his grip with the pain McCord lifted him and sent him to the rocks below and picking up the limp shape at his feet pitched it after the other Then he leaped to the shelter of a boulder as voices and the rush of feet warned him of new danger Up the shore among the rocks a men argugroup of five ing in shrill voices stared at him McCord tore his big automatic from its shoulder holster beneath his shirt The Naskapi faded from sight among the boulders “Sol They thought they could take me with bare hands!" he panted Replacing his gun In its holster McCord started worming his way up among the boulders that lined the side of the gorge He traveled some distance above the spot where he had been rushed and evidently was not seen for he drew no fire But from where he lay he was unable to locate any of the hidden Naskapi He waited some minutes then continued on up among the boulders working along on his stomach There was nothing in sight The ong northern twilight was nearing its end In a half hour it would be dark (TO DE CONTINUED) “Point” Most Thrilling Part of Field Trial With Dogs Preparing for Service Many dog lovers are probably un-familiar with the workings of a field trial Some may get the impres-sio- n the dogs compete in pairs and that the event resembles more of a race than competition in which appointed Judges rate them in accordance to their hunting ability The younger dogs are grouped in a “derby” class or stake and only the ranging of the puppies is desired by the judges However the older dogs are required to produce game which means they should locate birds and point them The “point" is the most thrilling part of a field trial writes George Butz in the Philadelphia There U nothing more inInquirer teresting than to watch a pointer or setter come briskly to a sudden halt and stand rjgld as an image within a few feet of a pheasant or a quail In short— the dog points the game and satisfies the judges as to his finding ability While on point the dog is required to hold steady until his owner or handler fires a blank shot to startle the bird which naturally takes off and files Into the sir Should the dog be too anxious and rush In after the bird before the firing ol the Color and Economy In This Jiffy Afghan gun this move is termed a “flush” and discredits the performance The Judges at a field trial score the competing dogs under the same" conditions which would actually prevail when a gunner is afield seeking game birds Obedience to the commands of the is a prime requisite while Iso laid upon hunting j ability This would include the dog’s aptitude to be thorough in covering the places where pheasant or are located his speed In rangingquail the course his steadiness on point and subsequent rigidity while being shot over oner stss Mexicans Grew Dahlias The Mexicans had cultivated the dahlia before the Spaniards arrived in 1519 but it was about 300 later in 1791 that the plantsyears appeared in Europe at the Botanic gardens in Madrid Spain The new-c- r forms have all been brought about since 1800 says the Rocky Mountain Herald The native Mexican name of the dahlia was acocot-l- i which means water pipe and its present name is in honor of the famous Spanish botanist Dr Andreas Dahi WEEK By LEMUEL F PARTON YORK—This writer has thought it would be a good Idea for the newspapers of a city to make an award every year to the person who had Dr Ditmart provided them with the most Superlative Newt Source food copy In New I would York nominate Dr Raymond L Ditmars for 39 years curator of mammals and reptiles at the Bronx zoo almost any year He has just left for Trinidad to catch some parasol ants which he has been craving for a It has been generally long time supposed that the ants pack leaves and petals for shade Dr Ditmars puts us right on that They gather them only for food The curator has exploded many myths but usually substitutes someRepthing even more interesting tiles haven’t the slightest Interest in sweet music and aren’t soothed by it monkeys will return to cleared jungle if it grows again the mother snake does not swallow the little ones in times of danger But being thus disillusioned we learn from Dr Ditmars that there are sea serpents great schools of them in the Indian ocean and the western tropical Pacific They are as gaudy as an Elks’ parade with cold beady eyes and emit a dreadful venom Dr Ditmars carries them on the books as hydrophilnae There are flying snakes fish that climb trees fish that shoot down bogs oat of the sir by expelling pellets of water like sn sir gun frogs that can swallow hats frogs with vocal power 1006 times that of s man Insects which are carried by jangle people for flsshlamps animals which ctn travel 60 miles an hoar and animals which never lie down Dr Ditmars’ Is 62 years old At the age of 13 he began gathering insects for the Museum of Natural He had s year of newsHistory paper work before Joining the staff of the zoo which may account fot his being a friendly Santa Da us to reporters NEW Pattern 6040 A jiffy crochet with large hook wool— it takes and Germantown about half the wool needed for a And a 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