Glen of the High North

d itself above the horizon, but the speediness of its coming was heralded in the eastern sky, and the tallest mountain peaks had already caught the

readjust his pack. "I believe I should live to be a hundred or over

ulled out his pipe. "Not much like the smell of yer city stre

nolds asked, curious to learn so

thinkin'. It's a wonder to me why so many people live in sich places, crowded, together like sheep, when thar's all this, a

life, I see," Reynolds replied.

match, gave his pack an extra hitch,

little brook we want to reach in time fer din

not answer his question. It was not until they were eating their di

you, but it's true. Judgin' by years, I've been here a long time, but, accordin' to lif

oked quizzically

kin hardly walk along a street hut ye'll see funeral processions, an' the doctors are busy with the sick. Big hospitals are crowded with patients, an' accidents happen every minute of the day. These all tell th

sed and lo

me as they were thousands of years ago. An' so it's purty much like that with other things up here. I never feel old when I look around me on the wonderful sights; I feel young. An' why s

latter endeavored to find out something about the old man's past history, but all in vain. The prospector gave him not the sligh

dge, but it was never meant to starve the soul, though that is jist what it too often does. I know of men

find love here in the

his country, an' in fact, I never expect to find it agin on this side of the grave. It's the pure love of a true man fer a good woman, I mean. I believe you have it,

isn't mutual, what t

no mistake. Are ye refe

world I want cares nothing for me. She does not even know

, ye'll win her all right. I'm a great believer in the idea that our own'll co

as looking across toward the opposite bank, and as Reynolds turned his eyes in that direction he saw an Indian on horseback a

he has come from, an

lds a

succession across the valley toward the horseman, neither of which took effect. The Indian q

Reynolds asked. "You should h

y," was the reply. "I do

t, anyway? The Indian

though, an' I jist gave h

't intend to

merely a hint,

and Reynolds laughed. "Manners

bluff bunch, an' if we don't like a feller's comp

dian understand

re the missus an' the kids? Mebbe they need ye.' His shot i

nd that the shots they had fired were signals, the meaning of which was known only to themselves. Who was this Frontier Samson? he mused. Was he in some manner in league with the Indians? Why had he taken such an interest in him, a complete stranger, and a chechahco at that? Why s

ttle stream, where the trees stood thick, and larger than on the uplands. They

arked, "an' what we don't eat to-nig

" Reynolds declared. "I haven'

ece of its carcass. The rest we'd have to leave to spile. I've allus made a practice of shootin' something that I kin clean up in a few meal

a heavy pack on his back. Samson did likewise, and soon silence reigned in the deep forest, broken only by

tched himself out upon the ground. But he could not sleep. What was the meaning of Samson's departure? he wondered. Had it anything to do with the Indian they had seen that day across the ravine? The more he thought of it, the more mystified he became. How long he thus lay there w

n their way. That night they halted, and made ready their camp by the side of a small lake. It was a peaceful and beautiful spot. Not a ripple ruffled the su

e never seen anything to equal it! It is

like it. Guess thar should be ducks over yonder," and he motioned to the

od for some time viewing the scene before him. He longed for his paints and brushes that he might catch the impressio

r the big animal. The latter had already passed out of sight, but expecting to catch a glimpse of it at any instant, Reynolds hastened forward. This led him down into a valley, and there he saw the moose in a small open clearing to the left. Before he was near enough to shoot, the animal o

wing the moose, that he had lost all trace of his bearings, and he knew not the way back to the camp. This was a most di

the name of common sense am I to find that speck of camping ground? It must lie over there," and he looked away t

e lake for which he was searching. His efforts, however, were all in vain, so wearied almost to the poin

ind. From the first he had realised his serious predicament, and how

well make the best of a bad affair. I have my rifle, and that's

night by the shore of the lake. With trembling hands he next examined the magazine of his rifle, and found that but three cartridges were left, as he had fired two s