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THE. CROSSYTON REVIEW
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ARTHUR 5TWNGER
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coburn, Alsska-bom daughter
bu h rat" who died with an unes-
.Lhti mlnlnff claim, return. North
Mich Indian *chool. Aboard hlp.
.u annoyed by Eric (the Bed) Erlc-
ifid t "8Cue(11>r Slctaey Lander.
But I refused to stay put There
.. too much to be done. • I dldn t
•nt to seem a slacker when every-
*j was so busy. And In looking
' the others I could pretty well
lorget the pain of my own flame-
blistered face.
Where the rambling old school-
iiouse had been was a stretch of
Loldering ashes with the skeleton-
like iron bed frames and a atove
• two standing there as melancholy
ks tombstones. And everything I
tied lay consumed in those ashes.
11 had left were the few scorched
[lothes that hung about my tired
tones- „ ,
But I hadn't time to feel sorry for
nyself. .A special train. I was told,
,ivas already on its way from Anchor-
age, to jiick up our homeless school
Laiis and carry them on to the In-
dian orphanage at Fairbanks. From
W pile of emergency clothing Katie
toitimandeered for me an oversized
pa^ir of corduroy trousers, a patched
hlaid Mackinaw, and a caribou par-
ka that had seen better days. To
Jiese Doctor Ruddock (who'd given
bp his little wooden-fronted office as
kleeping-quarters for Katie and me)
tdded socks and pacs and an old
earskin cap that made me look
fcike a lady-huzza r'in a busoy.
"What are we going to do?" I
askedthe ever-hurrying Doctor Rud-
dock when he dropped in, next day.
anoint my scorched epidermis
rith ambersine'. ,
"Toklutna's off the map," he pro-
blaimed. "Katie will stay on hfere,
probably until the breakups to look
ifter the old folks."
"Then where do I fit In?" I ques-
tioned with a sudden feeling of
homelessness.
"You fit in very neatly," he said
as he listened to my heart action.
[•'I'd the Commissioner on the wire
his morning and he agrees with me
hat this country owes you a berth.
you get the school job at Mata-
nuska."
It took some time for this to sink
"When?" I asked.
"As soon as you get sense enough
take care of yourself," he said,
vith a barricading sort of curtness.
["I told you to rest up, after your
re shock,* and you didn't do It So
oil up in that bunk and stay there
util you get a release from me."
He stopped in the doorway, with
his dog-eared old medicine case in
his hand, as I none too willingly
shook out the blankets of my floor
bunk.
"And there's a long-legged engl-
From Blue Jays to Dinosaurs
THE STORY BO PAK
young mining engineer. Lander, work-
ing tor "!• Trumbull company, which la
fighting Coburn's claim, la engaged to
Trumbull's daughter.
Lander breaks with Trumbull. But the
engagement to Barbara Trumbull stays.
INSTALLMENT VI
•kin gauntlets, a trifle over-sized. She
was, I think, genuinely sorry to see
me go.
So when traffic moved again and
I mounted my day coach I found It
crowded- to the doors with leather-
faced bid sourdoughs and cud-chew-
Ing trappers and Mackinaw-clad log-
gers, along with a homesteader's
wife who carried an undersized pig
In a slatted crate.
I wasn't sorry when the conduc-
tor, pushing his way through that
overcrowded day coach* blinked
down at my still heat-blistered face
and said: "Next stop Matanuska,
lady."
"Could you tell me," I asked -onc
of the men at the station, "where
I'd find Mr. Bryson, Mr. Sam Bry-
son?" .
His face, when he peered up at
me, impressed me as both sour
ancLsardonic.
"I'm Sam Bryson," he said.
"The school, superintendent for
this district?" I persisted.
"I .be," he retorted, plainly re-
Bferrttng my incredulous stare. "And
ain't it fit and proper, seein' 1 hap-
pen to own that doggoned school-
house over there?" ■
I meekly acknowledged that it
was. And with equal meekness 1
er waiting outside to see you," he
dded as he watched -me dutifully
rawl into my bunk. "But ten min-
ites is his limit, remember."
I had my second shock to digest,
or the waiting visitor was Sidney
ander.
He stood very tall in that small
flke-surgcry. And my appearance
us' bave startled him a little, since
e startd"down at me, for a full
alf-minute, without speaking.
"Are you all right?" he finally
sked. I had to laugh a little at his
olemnity.
' Just a little scorched around the
dges," I Said with an pffnft at l# vi
Kfy - Btit my tiparr wa'g beating &
rifle faster than it should have been.
"I flew over, as soon as I heard,"
he rather clumsily explained. He
|looked out the window and then back
at me. "That was good work, sav-
'ng those children."
But I lost my eyebrows," I re-
minded him.
Lander walked to the window and
back.
We've at least saved those citl-
I *nsh'P papers." he announced. I've
jshown them to John Trumbull." he
■explained, "and Trumbull claims
I ey re not backed up by the rec-
lords. That led tp ai) argument that
■ended in a split-up. The Chakitana
■ evelopment Company has lost Its
|neld engineer."
■ Jat are y°u going to do?" I
His laugh was curt
"I was tying up with the Happy
Pay outfit," he explained. "But
lh.!T Jugt trumPed my ace by
Ibuying up the Happy Day."
0181 mean y°u'r« going out-
louocfi asked. trying to make the
I n * casuar one,
L, ot on your life." was his prompt
IJZ. 'We've got to wait,untirthe
I " r ,8 ' ow who' rl*ht in this."
|jected " my problem" 1 ob"
|h;;i,p.peJn to have made it mine,"
I of b in Wlth an ^expected light
|01 batUe in his eyes..
chapter vn-
I fa* bne,gan. to ""deratand the mean*
lk« if" J! 1 ,et °u' '« Uaunus.
I toon ,now• 61 midwinter
<<*• "I our lo.t
lone ! a,on« >
•"desand brokei^ brOUght
to block thi n ,now«h«d« «n°u«h
I from mnJfl . *nd k«®P tr«ln«
That e7 n,g.,OP ovw ■
lot giving h\d ^ «"ver lining
my nondeTrri',0 0-* to mak# over
bl8 hearted iP „Wardrobe' to wWch
I of Scotch *dded * sweater
I \ T^W001 • pair ot wDlf-
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Next stop Matanuska, lady.'
told him that I was the new teacher
sent on from Toklutna.
"But you wasn't to turn up here
till Easter," he said testily. "We
ain't got nothin' ready for you."
I showed him the Territorial Com-
missioner's letter, which he held
close to his seamed old face, his
lips moving as he labored through
the undisputable message therein
contained.
"Well, you should've got off at
Wasilla," he complained, "where
you could've found lqdgin' until
things was ready."
"But I'm here," I said with a
iiBffljETinatwas ^TCrrgrvrarcwt.xmr
as he pushed back his wolfskin cap
and stood scratching an attenuated
forelock I quietly inquired: "Just
where is my school?"
He studied me with a lack-luster
eye.
"You ain't got no school,",he pro-
claimed.
"But I was sent here to teach," I
contended, trying to keep my tem-
per.
"Sure you was sent here to teach,"
acknowledged the old-timer. "But
it ain't our fault we wasn't rigged
out with a noo schoolhouse this win-
ter. Gover'ment's so danged busy
with a heap o' highfalutin' plans for
this valley it ainlt got time to look
after our needs. Spends a half-mil-
lion on that noo Injin school at Ju-
neau and lets us hfllhtin es scramble
for our book-larnin' as best we can!"
"Then what am I to do?" I asked,
feeling more interested in my own
immediate future than in the mis-
takes of governmental expenditure.
"I guess you'll just have to slwash
It" he said, "the same as\us old-
timers did when we hit this valley."
"Just,how will I siwash It?" I
denrnKtttr/'
"By froggln' through as best you
can, the same as our circuit-ridin'
sky-pilot does, without a meetin'-
place. We was flggerin' on you cir-
culatin' round the valley homesteads
and ladlin* out the book-lamin' where
it was most needed. Instead o' them
comin* to you, you'll have to go to
thetti."-
"Why can't that old schoolhouse
be used?"
"She needs a noo root and noo
floor sills," was the listless answer.
"And I'm danged If I'm goln' to dig
down for 'em."
"Are you trying to tell me," I
quavered, "that I'll have to jo from
(arm to farm, Ilka a mall carrier,
and glye my lessons in a kitchen?"
"You've guessed it" ha wearily
acceded. "Only you'll be plum|>
lucky to be stretchin' your legs out
in a warm kitchen. I've got a girl
over home right now, rarin' to git
Christmas day. a lire breaks out at
the school when the children are play-
ing round the Christmas tree. The
school burns down. Carol proves the
heroine. laving the children. The doc*
tor orders her to bed.- -
polished up a spell on her readin'
and writin'. And If you ain't willin'
to do your teachin' on the wing that
away, until this valley gits a real
schoolhouse rastled together, 1
guess, lady, you're mushin' up the
wrong trail."
There was no mistaking the finali-
ty of that statement.
"But where am I to live?" I asked
as I stared at the snow that stood so
white between the gloomy green of
the sprucelands.
"We was flggerin'," he explained,
"on fcettin' you up In the old Jansen
shack. That's just over the hill
there behind that tangle o' spruce.
But you'd sure have some tidyin' up
to do afore you got set there." He
looked with a frown of disapproval
at my sprawl of luggage. " 'Bout
the best thing for you to do, lady, is
to leg it over to the Eckstrom farm
and see if, they'd take you in for a
day or two."
I had, however, no desire to go
wandering about that snowy world
asking strangers to take me in. I
wanted my own roof over my head'.
And 1 so informed the morose Mr.
Bryson.
Just then I became conscious ol
a 'strange figure making its way
down the opposing hillside.
It was a man carrying the carcass
of a detir, a ragged and shambling
man wi(h a rifle and a tined head
above h(s stooping shoulders. It was
Sock-Eye Schlupp.
"I'll be horriswizzled if it ain't
Klondike Coburn's gal," he said.
"What're you doin' back in these
parts?"
1 told him why I was there.
"Where you goin' to bunk?" he
demanded.
"They tell me I'm tp live—in the
Jansen shack," I explained.
"They're plumb locoed," said
Sock-Eye. 'You sure can't den up
in that pigsty."
"I'm north born," I reminded him.
"Mebbe you are," he retorted.
"But this is a plumb lonesome val-
ley -for a chalk-wrangler t' take root
in. I reckon you'd better come along
t' my wickyup until things is ready
for you."
That, I told him.* would be out. ol
the question.
"I s'pose you know young Lander's
swingin' in with me?" he said with
the air of an angler adjusting a
gaudier fly.
That, I knew, made it more than
ever impossible. "And if that Jan-
sen shack's not ready, I'll have to
Whether if a a blue jay, a dinosaur or a Paleozoic fossil, the Na-
tional Museum at Washington, D. C., is glad to get it. Specimens
last year numbered 368,082. These photos show you how the taxU
dermist goes about hii job.
make it ready."
"Quite a fighter, ain't you?" he
observed.
After a moment's silence, he add-
ed: "I'll give you a hand over t'
that lordly abode o' yours."
He left me standing there, to re-
turn, a few minutes later, with a
hand sleigh borfitwed from the sta-
tion agent. On this, with altogether
unexpected dispatch, he piled my
belongings. Over them he draped
the deer carcass, thonging the load
together with a strand of buckskin.
"Let's mush," he said.
I took a hand at the towing line,
grid. ' yrdg " by—stdgr "we made"" our
way along the "trodden snow, as crisp
as charcoal under our feet The
valley seemed strangely silent But
I felt less alone in the world with
that morose old figure beside me,
"Why is Lander swinging in with
you?" I aske4s,
"Seein" this valley ain't bristlin'
with hotels," answered Sock-Eye,
"he deemed my wickyup good
enough for a college dood until they
could build him up-to-date iivin'
quarters at the Happy Day."
"But I thought outsiders bought
up the Happy Day." I ventured.
Sock-Eye stopped to gnaw a cor-
ner from his chewing plug.
"They sure did," he admitted.
"And left young Lender out on the
limb. But, as far as I kin make
out, that hombre alnT ho squealer.
And I reckon Big John Trumbull'11
find him as full q',fight as a bunch o'
matin' copperheads."
We went on until we came to a
solitary small figure standing knee-
deep in the roadside snow. It proved
to be a Swede boy in an incredibly
ragged Mackinaw, with a blue
woolen scarf wrapped around his
waist as high as his armpits. His
eyes, I noticed as Sock-Eye asked
him about a short cut to the Jan-
sen shack, were even bluer than his
encircling sash.
"But ol' Yansgn ban dead," he
announced. "He ban dead of the
flu over three months ago."
"Which same makes room for you,
little cheeckako," snorted my grim-
eyed trail breaker.
But I stopped to ask <the sash-
wrapped youth his name. I liked
the feeling of warrtith he carried
under that cocoon7 of. wool and
rags.
"Ah ban Qlie Eckstrom," he said
with the friendliest of smiles.
It wasn't until we came to the
edge of a clearing that Sock-Eye
stopped for breath.
"There be your wickyup," said
Sock-Eye, with • wave of his mil
tened hand. ''
1 (TO BE CONTINUED)
First the skin and coat of feathj
ers are separated from the rest ojj
the body.
SENATOR ALDRICH—AND
THE NATIONAL WEALTH
SOME YEARS AGO the then Sen-
ator- Aldricb-of-Rhode Island said to^
me in his office in Washington:
"People would be best served if
all the wealth of the nation might
be controlled by, say, a dozen men.
These men would realize their re-
sponsibility and see to it that no one
might go hungry or cold."
"Yes, Senator," I replied, "that
possibly might prove true if you
picked the right 12 men. I presume
you believe, you should be one of
them? I believe I should be, and the
man who is sweeping Pennsylvania
avenue will agree with your premise
if he, too, is to be one of the 12."
With a smile spreading over his
usually dignified countenance, he
said:
"My statement was a foolish one,
let's forget it."
That it was foolish is evidenced
excelsior,. The artificial body and by the constantly increasing amount
Stout cord is wrapped around
neck must be madeto fit perfectly.
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Above: The blue jay's new
artificial body is inserted in the
feather cloak and sewed inside.
The entire operation takes two
and a half hours.
Right: And we might call for
applause for tax'dermist Asche-
meier; who makes his appear-
ance at this time. Perhaps he can
be persuaded to stuff a butterfly
as an encore.
ot national wealth and its ever-in-
creasing equalization among people
of the nation.^^ 1
When that%tatement was made,
only a limited few could own an au-
tomobile. Today there is a car for
every four people in America.
• ••••••
THE SO-CALLED RICH MAN is
merely the custodian of wealth. He
cannot takg. his accumulation with
him either to heaven or to hell. He
must leave it to be divided among
posterity. The old adage of three
generations from shirt sleeves to
shirt sleeves still works.
• • •
ONE OF THE ROLES
OF A KING
DAVID LLOYD GEORGE told me
an interesting story in London in
the fall of 1918. I had offered con- j
gratulations on his having settled
the Welsh miners' strike and getting !
the men to go back to work, with
their grievances to be settled when
the war ended.
"But I did not do that job," said
Lloyd George. "I thought I could, !
for those miners are my people, but '
I tried and failed. It was His !
Majesty who accomplished what I
could not. He went alone to Wales, '
He went to the miners' meetings, |
called on many of them in -their i
homes, pled with them as one Eng- j
lishman to another to forget their
grievances until the war was won. j
They went back to the mines for the 1
king, not for me."
It gave me a new idea is to what
King George meant to the Eng-
lish people, and his influence with
them. - 4
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from common colds
That Hang On
Creomulsion relieves promptly be-
cause it goes right to the seat of the
trouble to help- loosen and expel
germ laden phlegm, and aid nature
VON LUCKNER
IT IS ' HEPUKTED that1 Count
Felix von Luckner is . in command
of a German sea raider operating in
the Pacific. In the firs£ World war,
Count Von Luckner commanded the
Seeadler. I knew him in this coun-
try after the war. He was proud of
what he had accomplished for his
native country, but especially proud
of not having caused the death of a
single individual during all of his
operations. He sadd he did not be-
lieve the killing ol^ip^-combatants
helped in any way in-winning a war.
If I had to be captured by a German
raider, I should hope it might be
commanded by Cpunt Felix vop-
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a bottle of Creomulsion with the un-
derstanding you must like the way it
quickly allays the cough or you are
to have your money back.
to nave your money back.
CREOMULSION
for Coughs, Chest Colds, Bronchitis
In the Shadows
Night brings out stars and sor-
row shows us truths.—Bailey.
CHOICE OF MILLIONS!
m
Say ah! This particular dino-
saur had terrible teeth. Could
have used at least a dozen fillings
and some inlays.
Here is the assembly line. Re-
pairers Moran and Boss continue
their work oh a screen ivhich can
be turned easily.-
WINNAH . . . Dr. Charles W. Gilmore, curator, examines the
finished dinosaur. The framework is of steel. Years of work are re«
quired to put this animal together in proper relation to all its parts.
• . •
Luckner.
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WHEN PROSPECTORS MADE
FORTUNES AND CAREERS
IN THE EARLY YEARS of this
century Jack Hamill and Percy
Robbins were partners prospecting
in the Canadian northland for gold.
Later Robbins, a trained mining en-
gineer, became the managing direc-
tor of one of the big gold mines at
Timmins, Ontario. When we en-
tered the first World war he, as an
American citizen, returned to Chi-
cago and joined the army. After
the war he went to South Africa as
the managing director of the De
Beers diamond mines. At the time
of his death some two years ago,
Ro&bins was operating big dredges
on .a placer_ gold field .at...Candle,
Alaska, on the shores of the Arctic
ocean. -
Jack Hamill has been in the mil-
lionaire class a dozen times, and
has treen broke equally as many
times. Today he controls , big cop-
per mines "in the northwest Cana-
dian territories, and is mining pitch
blend and extracting radium at
Great Bear lake, beyond the Arctic
circle in Canada.
This represents * couple of in-
tensely interesting careers of men
who have done things in the wide-
1 open spaces, men who have added
to the wealth of the world. They
are, and were, .of a type that is
worth knowing.
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FRIENDLY AMERICA
STRANGER. There if no such in-
dividual in any small city or town of
rural Aiherica. In these places all
are friends.
On my first day in a town I had
never visited before, each person I
passed gave me a cheerful, friendly
greeting. The little children told me
their names and their parents'
names. I was not a strangee In a
strange place. I was surrounded by
friends in a place strange to me. II
was the friendliness of rural
America. « „ f. "
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