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SYNOPSIS
The loom, MoToyport. booing
killed renown. mm. buried
Met by the Iodine prime who
had been his wife and the mother
0 the girl, Nepeese. Then he eat
to the cabin which had been
the M of Pierrot and'Nepeeu.
Bares. the dog. mourned for Ne-
peeee, who had thrown herself
down a deep- obyee when MoToa-
. pert tried to take her. The cabin
gone. and the girl not being found
at the tepee where she had often
dealt. Bares started on a quest
slow the old implies into the
north and west.
CHAPTER XXIII
No man has ever looked clearly
into the mystery at death as it
is impinged upon the senses
oi the northern dog. it comes
to him. sometimes. with the wind:
most frequently it must come with
the wind. and yet there are ten
thousand masters in the northland
who will swear that their dogs
have given warning of death hours
beiore it actually came: and there
are many oi these thousands who
know trom experience that their
teams will stop a quarter or halt
a mile trom a stranger cabin in
which there is unburied deed.
Yesterday Bares had emailed
death, and he knew without
process at reasoning that the deed
was Pierrot. How he knew this,
and why he accepted the tact as
heritable. is one or the mysteries
which at times seems to give the
direct challenge to those who con-
cede nothing more than instinct to
the brute mind. die knew that
Pierrot was dead without exactly
knowing what death was. But oi
one thing he was sure: he would
never see Pierrot again; he would
never hear his voice again; he
would never hear again the swish-
ewish-ewisb oi hie snowshoes ~in
the trail ahead. and so on the
trap-line he did not look tor Pier~
rot. Pierrot was gone iorever.
“At midnight Bane same to the
tiny amphitheatre In the toreet
where Pierrot had cut the logs for
the first of hie trap-line cabins.“
But Bares had not yet associated
death with Nepeese. He was tilled
with .e greet uneasiness: what
came to him from out of the chasm
had made him tremble with tear
and suspense: he sensed the thrill
at something strange, at something
impending, and yet even as he had
given the deeth~howl in the chasm.
it must have been for Pierrot. For
he believed that Nepeeee was alive.
end he was now just as sure that
he would overtake her on the trap-
iine as he was positive yesterday
that ht would find her at the birch-
berk tepee.
Since yesterday morning's break-
fast with the Willow. Bares had
gone without eating: to appease
hie hunger meant to hunt. end his
mind was too tilled with his quest
oi Nepeeee tor that. lie would
have gone hungry ell that day. but
lathe third mile tram the cabin
hecemeteetrepinwhich there
was a big snowshoe rabbit. The
rabbit wee still alive. and he killed
it and ate hie all. Until dark he
did not mine a trap. in one of
them there was a lynx: in another
a usher-cat: out on the white enr-
taoeetelekehe-snifledetesnowy
mound under which lay the body
etaredtexhiliedbyoneotl’ler-
rot'e poison-belts. Both the lynx
end the dehencat were alive. end
the steel chains of their traps
cleaned sharply as they prepared
to give Bares battle. But Bares
wee uninterested. He hunted on.
hie uneasiness growing as the day
darkened and he found no sign ot
the Willow.
after the storm—cold end brilliant.
with the shadows standing out as
mu as living things. The
with whom all lesser impulses
were governed by a single leading
impulse. And this impulse, in the
glow of the eterlit night. was to
reach as quickly as possible the
first of Plerrpt's two cabins on the
hep-line. There he would and
Rentals!
We won't call the process by
which Bares came to this conclu-
sion a process et reasoning: in-
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Itinct or reasoning. whatever it
was. a tired and positive tsith.
came to Bares Just the same. He;
began to miss the traps in hill
haste to cover distance—to reach
the cabin. it wee twenty-live“
miles from Pierrot'e burned home!
to the iirst trapcabin, and Bares
had made ten oi these by night-
iell. The remaining fllteen were
the most diilitult. in the open
spaces the snow was belly-deep
and soil: frequently be plunged
through drifts in which tor a isw‘
moments he was buried. Three
times during the early part oi the‘
night Bares heard the savage
dirge ot the wolves. Once it was
a wild paean oi triumph as the
hunters pulled down their kill less
than halt a mile away in the deep,
forest. But the voice no longer
called to him. it was repellent—a
voice of hatred and of treachery.
Each. time that he heard it heI
stopped in his tracks and snarled,
while hie spine stillenod.
At midnight Buree come to theI
tiny amphitheatre in the forest
where Pierrot had cut the logs
tor the ilrst of his trap-line cabins“
For at least a. minute Beree stood'i
at the edge at the clearing, his.
ears very. alert. his eyes bright
with hope and expectation, while
he eniiicd the air. There was no
smoke, no sound, no light in the
one window of the log shack.
The snow‘ was drifted at the
doorway. and here Bares eat downf
and whined. it was no longer the,
anxious. questing whine ci a few
hours ego. Now it voiced hopeless,
nose and a deep despair. For halt‘
an hour he set shivering with hie
back to the door and his face to
the etariit wilderness. as it there
still remained the fleeting hope
that Nepeese might follow after,
him over the trail. Then he bur-
rowed hlmeelt a hole deep in the
snowdritt and passed the remain-
der 0! the night in uneasy slum<
her.
With the first light of day Bares
resumed the trail. lie was not so
alert this morning. There was the
disconsolste droop to his tell which
the indians call the Akoosewin—
the sign 0! the sick dog. And
Bares was sick—not of body but
0! soul. The keenncss of his hope
had died. and he no longer ex-
pected to find the Willow. The
second cabin at the for end 0!
the trap-line drew him on. but it!
' epired in him none at the en-
thusiasm with which he had hur-
ried to the first. He travelled
slowly and spasmodicaily. his sus-
picions oi the forests again re-
placing the exoltement of his quest.
He approached each of Picrrot’e
traps and deadialls cautiously, and
twice he showed his fangs—once
at a marten that snapped at him
from under a root where it Kid
dragged the trap in which it was
caught. and the second time at a
big enowy owi that had come to
steel bait and was now a prisoner
at the end ot a steel chain.
There were plenty of rabbits in
Plerrot's traps. and Bares did not
go hungry. He reached the sec-
ond trap-line cabin late in the site
ernoon, alter ten hours ot travel-
ling. He met with no very great
disappointment here, for he had
not anticipated very much. The,
snow had banked this cabin even
higher than the other. it lay three
feet deep against the door. and the
window was white with a thick
coating of frost. At this place.
which was close to the edge at a
big barren. and unsheitered by the'
thick iorcsts torther back, Pierrot
had built a shelter for his firewood.
and in this shelter Bares made hie
temporary home. All the next day
he remained somewhere near the
and ot the trap-line. skirting the
edge of the barren and investigat-
ing the short side lino oi a. dozen
traps which Pierrot and Nepeese
had strung through a swamp in
which there had been many signs
of lynx. It was the third day be-
fore he set out on his return to the
Gray Loom _
He did not travel very fast.
spending two days in covering the
twenty-live miles between the first
and the second trap-line cabins.
At the second cabin he remained
for three days. and it was on the
ninth day that he reached the
Gray Loon. Thcr'e was no change.
There were no tracks in the snow,
but his own. made nine days ago.
And then. ot a sudden. Bares
made a change. He spent a nlkht
in the tapes. Alter that. whenever
he was at the Gray Loon, during
the day he always slept in the
tones. The two blankets were his
bed—end they were a part oi Ne.
peese. And there. all through the
long winter, he waited.
it Nepeese had returned in
February and could have taken
him unaware. she would have
found a changed Bares. He was
‘more than ever like a wall; yet he
never gave the wolf-howl now. and '
always be snarled deep in hit
throat when he heard the cry oi
the pack. For several weeks the
old trap-line had supplied him
with meat. but now he huntedw,
The tapes. in and out, was sceta‘
tered with fur and bones. Once;
alone—he caught a young deer in
deep snow and killed it.
fl ‘(To be cuitinuede
Jock. noticing that Sandy was
smoking a {other superior brand of
tobacco. produced his pipe. scraped
the inside with his knife. tapped it
on his hoot. then on the palm oi his
hand. bht all to no efiect. '
mes X‘ es: s. mice. eenayr" he
"Arr." said Sandy. passing one
match.
Jock began to get desperate.
"Sandy. I do believe I her lelt ma
'bacca at home."
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