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ROBERTS, Author of *" The Red Feathers Captain Love," "Heming, the Adventurer," " Mary Jane," ete. ESTWARD and westward, beyond WwW thé voiceless barrens, beyond the hills where dwell the Gray Hunters, eyond the narrow sea and atop the edge the world, glows the Crimson Wigwam. The spirits of the warriors of the Beothic Peor le tarry at-the Crimson Wigwam on their way out from the stony graves, to tell their names, and the tales of their great and little deeds, to the god who dwells therein. Then they continue on the long trail to the valleys of eternal summer In the Crimson Wigwam are many wonderful things which in the old days were given to man by the gods, only to be taken back bees of the waywardness of man. Among these wonders are: The Red Arrow, The Wallet of Plenty, The Moccasins of the Wind, The Pictures of Wisdom and The Water of Healing To the village on the River of Three Fires stole a fearful sickness It llowed on the trail 'of the hunterswho had been slaying the caribou about Jind Lake. The season was that of the southward migration, when the great herds cross the barrens to the extremist valleys, and the pt: \rmigan cross the bays and dust th emselves in the dry loam between the gra Lath boulders on the knolls; when the snipe take wing for the far flight and the leaves singe to blackness on the twisted alders. It was the season of dropping gold in the birch thickets: of rotting berries. on the marshes; of haze of lost camp fires across expectant lakes Before the dawn, with the white frost, the sickness stole into the lodges of the village. Three of the returned hunters were the first to die. Then a woman turned away from her food, and her eyes from the light, and forgot the voice of herTover. The old women distilled bright liquors from various herbs, according to their knowledge of such things The priests covered their heads with the head-skins of bear and wolf, and invoked their gods. They pricked their flesh with needles of bone, moistened the ashes of the council-fire with their blood and tossed, pellets of it to the four ways. Still the sickness entered the lodges and claimed its helpless victims. With the coming of the snow and the binding of the ice, the nameless malady hicreased in "deadliness. Then the oldest man of the village--oldest in wisdom as well as in years--called Wolf Master, his great- grandson, to his lodge and told him of the Water of Healing, which was'in the Crimson Wigwam atop, the. western edge of the world. \ "Held straight to the journey," said the oldest man. 'Turn not aside for anything save food to strengthen you on the way. Cross the salt water as vour wits and courage may tell you how. At the door of the great lodge of dyed skins stand upright and cry, with a fearless voice, that de: ath sits in the loc s of your village and that you have journeyed from the River of Three Fires, without help of magic, in quest of the Water of Healing. Then cover ~7 your eves with your left hand and extend your right, and await what may happen." : : . Wolf Master. tied food in a bag at his belt, armed himself and bound racquets to his feet. His heart shook within him for terror of that journey which no living man before him had undertaken. As he turned his face west- ward from the shelter of the Jodges, a young squaw ran to his side and laid slim hands on his arm. The bloom of health was still in her cheeks and lips Life still glowed undaunted in her*strong young body. Her eyes were alight with more than life "Do you hunt to-day?' she asked. He freed his-arm from-her hands and drew her against him "I hunt a great quarry," he said; and he told her, in a few words, of the Water of Healing 1 i Let me go with you," she pleaded, clinging to the.furs on his breast 'Nay," he whispered, * for how could I remember the sufferings of the village and the end of the quest, with your hunger and weariness ever near me Then would I forsake the trail, that I might hunt food for you and build you a warm lodge." \ The maiden saw the truth of his words For a moment she clung to him and then turned away. So they parted at the of the forest, where the new snow lay gray and unbroken under the gray sky The girl went back to the stricken lodges, and the brave stepped between the frozen spruces and broke his trail up the wooded slope To the west he set his face, flashing through thg lifeless wood up to the lifele ss barren A long wind ran before him, between the levels of brooding and blanketed earth™ It'died in a thicket of black spruces, like a wounded nal in its den The gray canopy of heaven hung lower and snow descended in silent, i ving curtains of white. Wolf Master bent his head to, it and held on his wav: and love was a fire in his heart that warmed his cour: 1ge against the ghostly desolation. All day he travelled, breaking a trail that twisted and turned, vet held true to the westward course. So the expert woodsman has ever travelled --saving his strength by edging thickets rather than king through, and taking a dozen steps-around wind-fall and boulder rather than risking a strain by leaping across. ; The storm of snow ceased about noon. The sky cleared, and a cold draught of wind came down from the north. When the early twilight began to gather over the gray waste, Wolf Master sought a resting place in the heart of a thicket of firs. There, with one of his racquets, he dug a trench in the drift Near bv he found fresh tracks of a hare, and above it, between two smalt spruces, he set a loop of fine thong Returning to the trench, he built a fire and broiled a. fragment of «¢ d deer meat. He wisely chose to make his first day's journey short, so as to son himself gradually to the toil that lay before him At one end of the trench he laid a bed of fir branches, springy and aromatic At the other, the fire burned brightly, and the white, melting walls reflected the heat to the cough of boughs In the middle night Wolf Master awoke. frostily in the violet dome of tite sky. A light wifid ran in the huddled firs and blew an occasional wisp of snow across the trench. Wolf Master fed the fire with a few sticks from the pile of dry. wood which he had gathered before retiring. As the flame a up, two great wolves slunk away from the edge of the trench into the shadows of the trees. By the red sunrise Wolf Master found that his snare had been robbed. There was blood on the snow. Under the thin, new drift he discerned the tracks of wolves. Anger stirred in him, and a hot desire to hunt down the robbers; but duty held him to the westward trail. Night after night he set his nooses, at the end of each weary journey; and night after night, the same pair of wolves, following like grim shadows, devoured his catch. At last all of his dried deer meat was eaten and hunger gnawed him. The narrow, .unknown sea still lay a day's march ahead. «Death faced him, and trotted 'behind him in the open. Better to seek it while his blood had still some warmth from the last scanty meal than to wait for it to tear him at the last with double agony. So, that night he built no. fire and set no snare . Twice, in quick succession, Wolf Master drew_his bow and sped the heavy arrow. \The dog-wolf snarled and sprang. The she-wolf yelped and crawled forward with her belly'in the snow. The flint knife struck 'the. dog- volf in the shoulder, and tore hide and biol Ag it struck, this time wedging between two of the gaunt ribs. Then the Nands of 'the man closed on the Teck [Ofc the beast. The final struggle was brief . vA day's journey back from the western coast lay the great red car- ° casses. Wolf Master had taken the pelts from them, and a little of the flesh The red foxes found them and fed to their heart's cohtent. Jays and snow- birds pecked at the frozen bones 3 Wolf Master stood on the shore of the narrow sea, gazing westward and across He could not see the Crimson Wigwam, for the sun was still low in the east. Ice fringed the gray tide, and the rocks were drifted with snow The farther shore lay like drifted smoke along the uneasy waters. The air was bitterly cold: and in all that wide outlook 'nothing stirred.but the wind and the sea. The w arrior 's courage faltered and sickened. Who was he to dare those unknown per to brave the sliding, shifting waters on 'which no man had ventured before him?--to.stand at the door of a god xdge? His spirit cowered within him; his limbs shook; s belly yearned ror food The fire was low. Stars twinkled Strengthened by the me: § t sea-b which he had stalked and killed, Wolf Master took for th pletion of the adventure. By the slanting sun of the had seen the lls of the Crimson Wigwam so close it seem if & irrow, shot hi would rouse the god from his 1 he 1 18 and the belt of smoky hill lay between him anc > gn n of water. ' With fire and hi ozen spruce trees. He trimmed them -of their branches : dragged them to the edge of the t There he bound thém 'togethe ith gs cut from the raw hides of the wolves. He shaped rough paddles of sj > at Such game as he could procure--a brace of ptarmigan, several gulls : t his fire, let freeze and bound securely to his raft ee Tue Vice-Recarn Visit To BErMubpa arl Giey and Mark Twain the ¢ 1 The morning sky was heavy, the wind was raw and from the east, when he launched his rude float from the rocks onto the desolate waterss The raft rode so deep that it was awash with every wave. = It was sluggish, too, and the reckless voyager had to work desperately, with his pole of spruce; to get it clear of the shore. Once away from the rocks the wind helped him. He paddled until he was tired, standing upright, with the icy water streaming over his moccasined feet. He found it no easy matter to keep his balance, so sidling and erratic was the action of the sea The wind from the east drove a white fog before it It blew out like drop- ping smoke. The rugged coast of the great island, the unstable floor of the sea, and the unknown coast ahead, were all blotted from Wolf Master @ vision. Unseen birds, with harsh,-affrighting voices, cried around him. Toil-spent, chilled to the bone and sickened by the unfamiliar motion, he lay prone on the raft and clung to the straining thongs of hide by which it was held together. Indifferent to danger, and weak beyond naming, he sank, at last, into a profoand slumber. The sleep ogexhaustion lasted many hours. The wind slackened and fell, The fog thinned and rolled hwar The sea quieted. The sun shone in the west nating the v > Crimson Wigwam till they burned like fire. Soon the dusk flooded fron » east-and stars glinted overhead. Weird voices floated on the bitter air s of the wilderness. In( the north a red curtain fell : ind west with silver and ts folds, and wavered along the hill top The gods of the north were , beyond thei Is of etérnal ive \ f Master' § steep wf exhaustion slowly deepened towards the verge of » of death. The while r and slower, he dreamed of summer and love His leather garments were zen stiff, and the raft was heavy with a casing of new ice. An g stil ill he slumbered, dreaming of summer along the valley of the River of. Thre T Shortly before dawn a northing and landward current drew the raft on ard the shore of the unknown land. Sea-bir ped above it, veering and re y. A bright fig waded into the and lifted the body of the brave from the sodden raft. The face of the tender. -- The arms of the god were strong and warm When Wolf Master recovered consciousness he found himself lying on a caribou hide in thé open. The blood ran warne in his veins. Weariness had left him. He was clothed in a new coat made from the skins of silver foxes. Gloves of mink skin were on his hands, and on hisfeet w moccasins trimmed with dyed porcupine quills. Beside him; in a bag of oiled skin, lay what he knew to the Water of Healing. He sat up and looked about him. In%¥ront ran the narrow sea, gray as steel under the high sun. Beyond it lay the rugged shores of the great island from which he had come. But nowhere could he see the Crimson Wigwam He fastened the bag of water to his belt and got to his feet sensation of buoyancy--of strength and lightness--possessed him ) the air and felt the invisible currents firm under his feet. » voices of the blood pulsed sl A strange He sprang Then he knew © TARE LATE DR. DRUMMOND 18 His Stony ant tt ' ere penncd ma vy asset So he ran-eastward, swift as ck hills and the white,désolate barrens. In the chief's lodge in the village on the River of Three Fires, sorrow crouched in the shadows. The daughter of the chjef lay unconscious, stricken with the sickness. From the outer glare came Wolf Master, her lover, with the Water olde: aling in his hands Kneeli reside the gouch of skins, he held it to her lips. ¥ 'Straightway she opened her ey and life was returned to them, and love still glowed their z depths . . ; Fredgricton, N. B., ras ola a 1c c that he wore the Magic Moccasins of the Wind flylng brant, high across the gray sea, the / {. ©-€F Our Lease Expires 5-3} NEXT SUMMER AND WE PROPOSE CLEANING OUT OUR ENTIRE STOCK OF PHOTOS, FRAMES, PICTURES, WALL PAPER, ETC. PHOTOS Many thousand new mountings to be cleared this winter. Why not get a dozen Photos for "Xmas? Mr, Weese will personally take charge of the operating room, so that there will be only first class work done. ( Best results. obtained by sitting early in the day.) PICTURES, FRAMES, ETC. Don't forget now is the time to get pictures {famed or secure some of our sale pictures. 5 WALL PAPER We are selling to-day good Papers at cost and some remnants at less than cost. 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