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A thousand feet above ran the tlmber line. and four thousand feet above that the crest of the great- est peak in the main range. For two days since leaving the wagon. the Maitland party with ita long train of burroa heavily packed. ita horsemen and the ateady ploddera on foot. had advanced into unexplored The evening meal was over. Enid could not help think with what ,scorn and contempt her father would ,have regarded the menu, how his gorge would have risenâ€"hers, too, for that matterlâ€"had it been placed before him on the old colonial mahogany ol the dining-room in Philadelphia. But up there in the wilds she had eaten the coarse homely (are with the zest ’and relish oi the most seasoned ranger of the hills. Anxious to be of service, she had burned her hands and smoked her hair and scorched her race by usurping the functions of the young ranchman who had been brought along as cook, and had actually tried the bacon herself! Imagine a goddess with a frying pan! The black thick coflee and the condensed milk, drunk from the granite ware cup, had a more delicious aroma and a more delight- ful taste than the finest Mocha and Java in the dalntiest porcelain or France. Optimum condimentum. The girl was frankly ravenously hungry, the air, the altitude, the exertion, the excitement made her able to eat any- thing and enjoy it. She was gloriously beautiful, too; even her brief experience in the west had brought back the missing roses to her cheek, and had banished the bistre circles from beneath her eyes. Robert Maitland, lazily reclining pmpped up against a boulder, his feet to the fire, smoking an old pipe that would have given his brother the hor- rors, looked with approving com- The white tents of the little encsmp- ment which had glesmed so brightly in the clear air and radiant sunshine of Colorsdo. now stood dim and ghost» like in the red reflection of a. huge csmpilre. It was the evening of the first dsy in the wilderness. Unpacking the burros, setting up the tents. making the camp, building the fire, had used up the late remain- der of the day which was theirs when they had arrived. Opportunity would come tomorrow to explore the coun- try, to climb the range. to try the stream that tumbled down a succes- sion of waterfalls to the right of the camp and roared and rushed merrily around its feet until, swelled by the volume of the brook, it lost itself in tree-clad depths far beneath. Tonight rest after labor, tomorrow play after rest. and almost inacceuible retreat: of the mountainsâ€"into the primitive in- deed! in this delightful epot they had pitched their tents and the perma- nent camp had been made. Wood was abundant, the water at hand was as cold as ice, as clear as crystal and as soft as milk. There was pas- turaxe for the horses and burros on the other side of the mountain brook. The whole place was a little amphi- theater which humanity occupied per- haps the first time since creation. She Actually Fried the Bacon Herself. placency upon her, confident and sat- isfied that his prescription was work- lnx well. Nor was he the only. one CHAPTER III. who looked at her that way. Marion and Emma, his two daughters, wor- shipped their handsome Philadelphia cousin and they sat one on either side of her on the great log lying between the tents and the fire. Even Bob Junior condescended to give her ap- proving glances. The whole camp was at her feet. Mrs. Maitiand had been greatly taken by her young niece. Kirkby made no secret of his devotion, Arthur Bradshaw and Henry Philips, each a “tenderfoot” of the ex- tremist character, friends of business connections in the east, who were spending their vacation with Mait- land, shared in the general devotion; to say nothing of George the cook and Pete. the packer and horse wrangler. Philips, who was an old acquaint- ance of Enid’s, had tried his luck with her back east and had sense enough to accept as final his failure. Brad- shaw was a solemn young man with- out that keen sense 0! humor which was characteristic of the west. The others were suitably dressed for ad- venture, for Bradshaw’s idea of an ap- propriate costume was distinguished chiefly by long green felt puttees which swathed his huge calves and excited curious inquiry and ribald comment from the surprised denizens of each mountain hamlet through which they had passed, to all of which Bradshaw remained serenely oblivious. The young man, who does enter espe- cially into this tale, was a vestryman of the church in his home in the suburbs 'of Philadelphia. His piety had been put to a severe strain in the mountains. That day everybody had to work on the trailâ€"everybody wanted to for that matter. The hardest labor con- elated in the driving of the burroa. Unfortunately there was no good and trained leader among them through an unavoidable mistake, and the camp. era had great difllculty in keeping the burros on the trail. To Arthur Brad- ahaw had been allotted the moat ob- stinate, cross-grained and determined of the unruly band, and old Kirkby and George paid particular attention to instructing him in the gentle art of manipulating him over the rocky mountain trail. “Wall,” said Kirkby with his some- what languid, drawling, nasal voice. “that there burro’s like a ship w’ich I often seed ’em w’en I was a kid down east afore I come out to God’s coun- try. Nature has pervided ’em with a kind of a helium. I remember if you wanted the boat to go to the right you shoved the helium over to the left. Sta’boad an' port was the terms as I recollects ’em. It's jest the same with burros, you takes ’em by the tiller, that’s by the tail, git a good tight twist on it an’ ef you want him to head to the right, slew his stern sheets around to the left, an' you got to be keerful you don’t git no kick back w'ich ef it lands on you is worse ’n the reeocoil of a mule." Arthur faithfully followed direc- tions, narrowly escaping the outraged brute’s small but sharp pointed heels on occasion. His efforts not being productive of much success, finally in his despair he resorted to brute strength; he would pick the little ani- mal up bodily, pack and allâ€"he was a man of powerful physiqueâ€"and swing him around until his head pointed in the right direction; then with a prayer that the burro would keep it there for a few rods anyway, he would set him down and start him all over again. The process oft repeated became mo- notonous after awhile. Arthur was a slow thinking man, deliberate in ac- tion; he stood it as long as he possibly could. Kirkby. who rode one horse and led two others, and therefore was exempt from burro driving, observed him with great interest. He and Brad- shaw had strayed way behind the rest of the party. At last Arthur’s resistance, patience and piety, Strained to the breaking point, gave way suddenly. Primitive instincts rose to the surface and over- whelmed him like a flood. He de- liberately ‘12.: down on a fallen tree by the side of a trail, the burro halt- ing obediently, turned and faced him with hanging head, apparently con- scious that he merited the disappro- bation that was being heaped upon him, for lit-1‘. the desperate tender- foot there burst forth so amazing, so fluent, so umprehensive a torrent of aswrted rm fanity, that even the old past master in objuration was aston- i:~'lu:xl and bewildered. Where did Ri‘aalshz-iw, mild and inoffensive, get it? His proficiency would have ap- palled his rector and amazed his fel- low i’esti‘ymmi. Not the Jackdaw of Rhcims himself was so cursed as that little burro. Kirkby sat on his horse in fits of silent laughter until the tears ran dawn his cheek, the only outward and visible expression of his mirth. if?“ mm of an . sion. “Wall, ” said Kirkby, “you sure do overmatch any one I ever heard w ’eti it comes to cursin’; w’y, you could gimme cards an’ spades an’ beat me. r on‘y sztnppf‘d when he bad My emptied himself, possibly umuiation of years of repres- THE DURHAM CHRONICLE “I didn’t begin to exhaust myself,” answered Bradshaw, shortly, “and what I did say didn’t equal the situa- tion. I'm going home.” ' “I wouldn’t do that," urged the old man. “Here, you take the horses an’ I’ll tackle the burro.” ~ an’ I was moughf'fo have some gift that-a-way in the old days." I’ll tackle the burro." ~ "Gladlr," said Arthur. “I would rather ride an elephant and drive a. herd of them than waste another min- ute on this internal little mule." The story was too good to keep. and around the camp fire that night Kirkby drawied it forth. There was a freedom and easiness of intercourse in the camp, which was natural enough. Cook, teamster, driver, host, guest, men, women, children, and I had al. most said burros. stood on the same level. They all ate and lived together. The higher up the mountain range you go. the deeper into the wilderness you plunge, the further away from the conventional you draw, the more homogeneous becomes society and the less obvious are the irrational and un- scientific distinctions ot the lowlands. The guinea stamp fades and the man and the woman are pure gold or base metal inherently and not by any ar- tiflcial standard. George, the cattle man, who cooked, and Pete. the horse wrangler, who as- sisted Kirkby in looking after the stock. enjoyed the episode uproariousâ€" ly, and would rain have had the exact language repeated to them, but here Robert Maitland demurred, much to Arthur's relief, for he was thoroughly humiliated by the whole performance. “You see," explained Klrkby, "u-r was all mighty fond of Louise Roses; the hull camp was actin’ like a fauna: to her at the time. so long ’8 s.” hadn't nobody else; we was all at ‘ .. weddln', too. some six months al'ox- : The gal married him on her own hook, of course nobody makln' her. but somehow she didn’t seem none too happy, although ‘Newbold. who? It was very pleasant lounging around the camp fire and one good story easily led to another. “It was in these very mountains,” said Robert Maitland. at last. when his turn came, "that there happened one of the strangest and most terrible ad- ventures that I ever heard ot. I have pretty much forgotten the lay of the land. but I think it wasn’t very far from here that there is one of the most stupendous canons through the range; nobody ever goes there; I don't suppose anybody has ever been there since. It must have been at least five years ago that it all happened." was a péffect gentftréated her white as far as we knowed." The old man stopped again and re- sumed his pipe. “Kirkby, you tall the story," saiu Maitland. “Not me." said Klrkby. ,. “1 mm seen men shot More for takln’ woruf out ’11 other men’s mouths an' I am? never done that ylt.” “You always were one of the n-zrnf silent men I ever saw,” laugh: George. “Why, that day Pete yere 3}» shot accidental an’ had his whom breast tore out w’en we was lumber- ing over on Black mountain, all you said W38, “Wash him off, put 80:34, axle grease on him an’ tie him up.’ " nmhnfi’c . an ” answered Pete. “an “Yes, I dare say you are right. I was up at Evergreen at the time look- ing after timber interests, when a “It was four years an' nine months exactly, Bob,” drawled old Kirkby, who well know what was coming. “It Was In These Very Mountains,” Said Robert Maitland. “That's so,” answered Pete, ”in. there must have been somethin’ pov- erful soothin’ in that axle grease, i'm‘ here I am safe an’ sound to this day.” “It takes an old man,” assented Kirkby, “to know when to keep his mouth shet. I learned it at the muz- “I never knew before,” laughed Maitland, “how still a man you can be. Well, to resume the story, having nothing to do I went out with the posse the sherlfl' gathered upâ€"" “Him not thinkin' there had been any foul play.” ejaculated the old man. “No. certainly not.” “Well. what happened. Uncle Bob?" inquired Enid. . “I knowed that there mule." said Kirkby, “I’d sold it to a teller named Newbold, that had come out yere au' married Louise Rosser, old man Ros- ser's daughter, an’ him dead, an' bein' an‘ orphan an’ this teller bein’ a fine young man from the east, not a bit 01 a tenderfoot nuther, a minin’ engi- neer he called hisself." mule came wandering into the camp, saddle and pack still on his back." “Well, I happened to be there, too. you remember,” continued Maitland. “and they made up a party to go an” hunt up the man, thinking somethin; might have happened.” Was awful." “Did he die?” “I don't think so." was the answer, 1“hut really I know nothing further \about him. There were some good i Iwomen in that camp; we put him in their hands and I left shortly after- wards." “I kin tell the rest." said old Kirk- by. “Knowin' more about the moun- tains than most people hereabouts 1 led the men that didn't go back with Bob an' Newbold to the place w'ere he said his woman tell, an' there we found her, her body leastways.” “But the wolves?" queried the girl. “He’d drug her into a kind of a holler and piled rocks over her. He’d gone down into the canon, w’ich was something frightful, an' then climbed up to w’ere she’d lodged. We had plenty of rope, havin’ brought it along a purpose, an’ we let ourselves down to the shelf where she was a lyin'. We wrapped her body up in blankets an’ roped it an’ finally drug her up on the old Injun trail, leastways I sup pose it was made store there was any lnjuns. an’ brought her’back to Even green camp. w’lch the only thing about it that was green was the swing doors on the saloon. We got a parson out from Denver an’ give her a Christian burial.” “And so." continued Maitland. “when she begged him to shoot her, to put her out of her misery, he did so and 'then he started back to the settlement Ito tell his story and stumbled on us Hooking after him." "What happened then?" “I went back to the camp.” said ‘Haitland. “We loaded Newboid on a {mule and took him with us; he was .0 crazy he didn't know what was happening; he went over the shooting ’unln and again in his delirium. It DI'. M’s Medial Adviur, newly revised up. ‘ defiant. questions about which every woman, ° "Just you wait." said young 1500. who had heard the story. “This is an awful good story, Cousin Enid." “I can't wait much longer." returned the girl. “Please go on." “I have smd men in extreme cases atore," interposed Kirkby, “but never‘ none like him." ' “Nor I," continued Maitland. , “Was it Newbold?" asked Enid. «m.- 1 “And what had happened to him?" . “He and his wife had been prospect~ ' ing in these very mountains; she had , fallen over a cliff and broken herself ' so terribly that Newbold had to shoot l her. ” “That's what he done." answered old Kirkbv. “Poor man," murmured Enid. “But why?" asked Philips. “They were five days away from a settlement, there wasn’t a human be- ing within a hundred and fifty miles of them, not even an Indian,” contin- ued Maitland. “She was so irightfully broken and mangled that he couldn't carry her away.” "Is that all?" asked Enid u the old man paused again." “Nope." “Oh, the men ?" exclaimed the won. n with quick intuition. “He recovered his senses IO they told us. un' we'en we got but he'd “Two days after we left the camp. we came across an awful figure. ragged blood stained. wasted to 3 skeleton, starvedâ€"" so terribly that Newbold had to shoot. 1 .SrfPt. IIâ€"W, Vollett, E. Mo- her." iQueen, M. Bryon, E. Search, H. “What!" exclaimed Bradshaw. “You Eden. don’t mean that he actually killed: Jr. Pt. IIâ€"R. Burnett, P. Morris, her?" IW tCollinson, H. Rome, M Mitch- “"l‘hnf’a nrhnf ha Anna" answer-ad 9“ and L McDonald equal "But why couldn’t be leave her and go for help?" asked Bradshaw. “The Wolves. the bears. or the vul- tures would have got her. These woods and mountains were full of them then and there are some of them left now I guess." 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