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Friday, February 7, 1941
THE HOWE MESSENGER
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By ARTHUR STRINGER A W. N. U. Service /
Carol Coburn, Alaska-born daughter
of a “bush rat” who died with an unes-
tablished mining claim, returns North
to teach Indian schooL Aboard ship,
she is annoyed by Eric (the Red) Erlc-
son and is rescued by Sidney Lander,
But I refused to stay put. There
was too much to be done. I didn’t
want to seem a slacker when every-
body was so busy. And in looking
after the others I could pretty well
forget the pain of my own flame-
blistered face.
Where the rambling old school-
house had been was a stretch of
smoldering ashes with the skeleton-
like iron bed frames and a stove
or two standing there as melancholy
as tombstones. And everything I
owned lay consumed in those ashes.
All I had left were the few scorched
clothes that hung about my tired
bones.
But I hadn’t time to feel sorry for
myself. A special train, I was told,
was already on its way from Anchor-
age, to pick up our homeless school
waifs and carry them on to the In-
dian orphanage at Fairbanks. From
the pile of emergency clothing Katie
commandeered for me an oversized
pair of corduroy trousers, a patched
plaid Mackinaw, and a caribou par-
ka that had seen better days. To
these Doctor Ruddock (who’d given
up his little wooden-fronted office as
sleeping-quarters for Katie and me)
added socks and pacs and an old
bearskin cap that made me look
like a lady-huzzar in a busby.
“What are we going to do?” I
asked the ever-hurrying Doctor Rud-
dock when he dropped in, next day,
to anoint my scorched epidermis
with ambersine.
“Toklutna’s off the map,” he pro-
claimed. “Katie will stay on here,
probably until the breakup, to look
after 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
this morning and he agrees with me
that this country owes you a berth.
So you get the school job at Mata-
nuska.”
It took some time for this to sink
in.
“When?” I asked.
“As soon as you get sense enough
to take care of yourself,” he said
with a barricading sort of curtness.
“I told you to rest up, after your
fire shock, and you didn’t do it. So
roll up in that bunk and stay there
until 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 engi-
neer waiting outside to see you,” he
added as he watched me dutifully
crawl into my bunk. “But ten min-
utes is his limit, remember.”
I had my second shock to digest.
For the waiting visitor was Sidney
Lander.
He stood very tall in that small
office-surgery. And my appearance
must have startled him a little, since
he stared down at me, for a full
half-minute, without speaking.
“Are you all right?” he finally
asked. I had to laugh a little at his
solemnity.
“Just a little scorched around the
edges,” I said with an effort at levi-
ty. But my heart was beating a
trifle 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-
ing those children.”
“But I lost my eyebrows,” I re-
minded him.
Lander walked to the window and
ba'ck.
“We’ve at least saved those citi-
zenship papers,” he announced. I’ve
shown them to John Trumbull,” he
explained, “and Trumbull claims
they’re not backed up by the rec-
ords. That led to an argument that
ended in a split-up. The Chakitana
Development Company has lost its
field engineer.”
“What are you going to do?” I
asked.
His laugh was curt
“I was tying up with the Happy
Day outfit,” he explained. “But
Trumbull’s just trumped my ace by
buying up the Happy Day.”
“Does that mean you’re going out-
side?” I asked, trying to make the
question a casual one.
“Not on your life,” was his prompt
reply. “We’ve got to wait until the
records show who’s right in this.”
“But that’s my problem,” I ob-
jected.
“I happen to have made it mine,”
he retorted with an unexpected light
of battle in his eyes.
THE STORY SO FAB
young mining engineer. Lander, work-
ing for the Trumbull company, which is
fighting Cobum’s olaim. Is engaged to
Trumbull’s daughter.
Lander breaks with TrumbulL But the
engagement to Barbara Trumbull stays.
INSTALLMENT VI
skin 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 old 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 one
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
and sardonic.
“I’m Sam Bryson,” he said.
“The school superintendent for
this district?” I persisted.
’ “I be,” he retorted, plainly re-
senting my incredulous stare. “And
ain’t it fit and proper, seein’ I hap-
pen to own that doggoned school-
house over there?”
I meekly acknowledged that it
was. And with equal meekness I
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CHAPTER Vn
I began to understand the mean-
ing of what they call “the deep
cold” before I set out for Matanus-
ka. For the snows of midwinter
soon buried the ruins of our lost
school. The storms along Alaska’s
one stretch of railway also brought
slides and broken snowsheds enough
to block the line and keep trains
from moving for over a week.
That cloud had the silver lining
of giving me a chance to make over
my nondescript wardrobe, to which
big-hearted Katie added a sweater
of Scotch wool and a pair of wolf-
“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 lodgin’ until
things was ready.”
“But I’m here,” I said with a
smile that was entirely forced. And
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 ain’t got time to look
after our needs. Spends a half-mil-
lion on that noo Injin school at Ju-
neau and lets us hillbillies scramble
for our book-lamin’ 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 siwash
it,” he said, “the same as us old-
timers did when wefhit this valley.”
“Just how will I siwash it?” I
'demanded.
“By froggin’ through as best you
can, the same as our circuit-ridin’
sky-pilot does, without a meetin’-
place. We was figgerin’ on you cir-
culatin’ round the valley homesteads
and ladlin’ out the book-larnin’ where
it was most needed. Instead o’ them
cornin’ to you, you’ll have to go to
them.”
“Why can’t that old schoolhouse
be used?”
“She needs a noo roof and noo
floor sills,” was the listless answer.
“And I’m danged if I’m goin’ to dig
down for ’em.”
“Are you trying to tell me,” I
quavered, “that I’ll have to go from
farm to farm, like a mail carrier,
and give my lessons in a kitchen?”
“You’ve guessed it,” he wearily
acceded. “Only you’ll be plumb
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 firs breaks out at
the school when the children are play-
ing round the Chrtetmas tree. The
school burns down. Carol proves the
heroine, saving 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, I
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 figgerin’,” he explained,
“on settin’ 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 gc
wandering about that snowy world
asking strangers to take me in. I
wanted my own roof over my head.
And I 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 deer, a ragged and shambling
man with a rifle and a tined head
above his stooping shoulders. It was
Sock-Eye Schlupp.
“I’ll be hornswizzled if it ain’t
Klondike Coburn’s gal,” he said.
“What’re you doin’ back in these
parts?”
I told him why I was there.
“Where you goin’ to bunk?” he
demanded.
“They tell me I’m to 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 oi
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
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 borrowed 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,
and, side by side, 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 asked.
“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 livin’
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 Lander out on the
limb. But, as far as I kin make
out, that hombre ain’t no squealer.
And I reckon Big John Trumbull’Il
find him as full o’ 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’ Yansen 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 warmth he carried
under that cocoon of wool and
rags.
“Ah ban Olie 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 a wave of his mifr
tened hand.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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Washington, D. C.
COUNCIL FOR AMERICA
A new organization to be known
as the Council for America will soon
be launched to rally public senti-
ment behind the President’s foreign
and defense policies.
Leaders of the movement are
prominent liberals whose aim is to
bring together labor, farmer, liter-
ary and similar groups into a mili-
tant organization to oppose the ac-
tivities of the America First Com-
mittee and other isolationist units.
The Council for America will not be
a rival of the Committee for the De-
fense of America by Aiding the Al-
lies, but will work along similar lines
through elements that are not
reached by it.
The plan is to launch the.new or-
ganization publicly on Lincoln’s
birthday with a nationally broad-
cast address by Mayor LaGuardia.
Among those interested in the new
movement is Mrs. Dwight Morrow,
mother-in-law of Col. Charles Lind-
bergh.
* * *
SCORNFUL OF JAPAN’S NAVY
Behind the scenes in the United
States navy there are two schools of
thought regarding the danger of war
with the Japanese. Both of them
agree, however, regarding its out-
come.
One school, made up of younger
officers who have served recently in
the Far East, has developed a scorn
for Japanese sea power, declares
that Japan never has met a first
class navy, that annihilation of her
fleet would be a matter of two or
three months.
They cite especially the Japanese
effort to reduce the Woosung forts
protecting Shanghai in 1932, when
the aim of Japan’s big naval guns
was so poor that for a while Ameri-
can photographers stood on top of
the fortifications taking pictures of
the bombardment.
The other school of thought is com-
posed of older officers who are spe-
cialists in naval tactics. They have
figured out the time necessary to
move the fleet from Hawaii, to es-
tablish a large enough garrison to
protect the Philippines, and to pre-
pare for meeting the Japanese fleet
in its own waters. To do all this
they want at least a year.
Both groups agree that the United
States would come out on top, but
they disagree widely on the time
required for victory.
It is extremely important to note
that both groups are assuming the
British fleet would remain on guard
in the Atlantic and the United States
would not face the job of protecting
Latin America from Hitler—simul-
taneously with the attack by the
Japanese.
This is one reason why many
younger naval officers definitely fa-
vor an aggressive policy toward Ja-
pan now. They argue that this would
be the surest means not only of
helping the British, but also of pol-
ishing off an almost certain enemy
at a time when the Atlantic still is
protected.
NOTE — Naval reports indicate
that the Japanese are shying away
from the idea of'invading the Dutch
East Indies, despite Nazi urging.
One deterrent has been the strong
defenses of the Dutch. Another has
been significant U. S. naval moves,
particularly storing a large supply of
torpedo tubes in Hongkong, keeping
a large flotilla of submarines at
Manila, and concentrating the fleet
at Hawaii instead of California.
* * *
NEW FLYING TANK
The Royal Air force has been con-
templating for some time a relent-
less bombing of Amsterdam. Ad-
vice for such a raid was sent in cod-
ed cables from the British embassy
here, after intelligence reports re-
vealed that the Germans had de-
veloped a tremendous production of
military equipment in Amsterdam
intended for the invasion of England.
Directly after the invasion of Hol-
land, the Germans took over the tre-
mendous Fokker aircraft plant in
Amsterdam and began production
of a large four-motored plane. Word
received here from Holland—and re-
layed back to Britain—is that this
type of plane is for use as a tank
transport.
Special tanks are being built in
Germany sufficiently light to be
hoisted aboard these planes and car-
ried across the channel. The Brit-
ish are planning to buy a similar
type of “aero-tank” from the United
States, but are awaiting passage of
the lease-lend bill before signing con-
tracts.
Meantime, they may be expected
to try to cripple Amsterdam’s pro*
duction of this new weapon.
* * *
MERRY-GO-ROUND
Lanky, curly-haired Rep. Carl
Durham of North Carolina is one of
the top golfers in congress. He con-
sistently shoots in the low seventies.
Rep. Jim Scrugham of Nevada
has had a bird’s eye view of an
earthquake in action and has the
evidence to prove it. In his office
hangs a picture he took in 1929,
when, as a newspaper man, he flew
over the Sierra Nevada mountains
and snapped a quake just as it
opened a huge fissure in the moun-
tains below.
Hospitality for Our
, Over-Night Guests
By RUTH WYETH SPEARS
COME people have a talent for
^ making guests comfortable and
they are not always the people
with big houses and what used to
be called a “spare room” for
company. I thought of this one
morning as I sat propped up on a
perfectly comfortable folding cot
eating breakfast from a tray.
When not in use my cot was
stored in the hall under the in-
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blue denim trimmed in red and
blue flowered chintz. The medi-
cine closet on top stood on feet
made of spools glued in place;
and was painted red inside and
out. On the cabinet shelves were
cleansing tissue and other useful
things and the mirror door was
well lighted with wall brackets
connected with a floor outlet.
* * *
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Bryant, Russell W. The Howe Messenger (Howe, Tex.), Vol. 18, No. 3, Ed. 1 Friday, February 7, 1941, newspaper, February 7, 1941; Howe, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth848062/m1/3/?q=%22%22~1: accessed July 17, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu.; .