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The Light in the Clearing
A TALE of the NORTH COUNTRY in the TIME of SILAS WRIGHT
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UNCLE PEABODY SPURNS BRIBE OFFERED BY GRIMSHAW
TO SEAL BART'S LIPS.
8ynop»l».—Barton Baynes, nn orphan, goes to live with his uncle,
Peabody Baynes, and bis Aunt Keel on a farm on Hnttleroad, in a
neighborhood called Llckltyspllt, about the year 1826. He meets. Sally
Dunkelberg, about his own age, but socially of a cIuhh above the
Hayneses, and Is fascinated by her pretty face and fine clothes. Barton
also meets Roving Kate, known In the neighborhood ns the "Silent
Woman."
ship, Is a visitor at the Baynes home and Ilovlng Kale tells the boys'
fortunes, predicting a bright future for Burton and death on the gallows
for Amos. Barton meets Silas Wright, Jr., a man prominent In public
affuirs, who evinces much Interest In the boy.
power of money when Mr. Grimshaw threatens to take the Baynes farm
unless a note which he holds Is paid. Now In his sixteenth year, Bar
ton, on his way to the post office at Canton, meets a stranger and they
ride together. They encounter a highwayman, wl.o shoots and kills the
stranger,
bends over
wounds the thief, who makes ofT at once. A few weeks later Bart leaves
home to enter Michael Hacket's school at Canton. Amos Grimshaw Is
arrested, charged with the murder which Bart witnessed.
Arnos Grimshaw, a young son of the richest man in the town
Barton learns of the
Barton's horse throws him and runs away. As the murderer
ho stranger Barton throws a stone, which he observes
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To my utter surprise he resumed his
tMlk with me us the young mun went
away.
"Yon see all ways are north when
you put this milestone
needle," he went on.
you the truth you must keep the lode
stone away from the needle,
way, too, with the compass of your
soul, partner. There IIIV lodestone Is
selfishness, and with Its help you can
niHke any direction look right to you
and soon—you're lost."
He bound tho last bundle and then
we walked together toward the house,
the senator carrying Ills sickle,
"I shall Introduce you to tho presi
dent," he suld as we neared our des
tination. "Then perhaps you had bet
ter leave us."
I could not remember that I had
ever been "Introduced" to anybody. I
knew that people put their wits on ex
hibition and often flung down a "snag"
by way of demonstrating their fitness
for the honor, when they were Intro
duced In books, 1 remember asking
rather timidly :
"What shall I say when—when you
r—Introduce me?"
"Oh. say anything you want to sny,"
lie answered with a look of amuse
ment.
"I'm kind o' scared," I said.
"You needn't he—he was once a
near the
"If It Is to tell
It's that
poor hoy just llko you.'
"Just like mol" I repeated thought
fully, for while I had heard a good
deal of Ihut kind of thing In our home,
It had not, somehow, got under my
Jacket, ns they used to say.
"Just llko you—cowhide nnd all—
the son of n small freeholder In Kln
derhook on the Hudson," he went on.
"But he was well fed In brain and
body and kept his heart clean. Bo of
course he grew and Is still growing.
That's a curious thing about men and
women, Bart. If they are In good
ground and properly cared for they
stop growing — never ! — und
never
that's a pretty full word—Isn't It?
We had come In sight of the house.
1 lugged behind a little when 1 snw
the greut man silting on Ihe small
piazza with Mrs. Wright. 1 see vlv
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Thank You For the Right to Vote—
When I am Old Enough."
idly, as I write, the full figure, the
ruddy, kindly face, the large nose, the
gray eyes, the thick halo of allvercd |
He rose and
hair extending from Ids collar to the
bald top of hts head
said ln a deep voice:
"He sows 111 luck who hinders the
reaper."
Mr. Wright hung his sickle on a
small tree ln the dooryord and an
swered :
"The plowman ha* overtaken the
reaper, Hr. President. I bid you wel
come to ray humble home."
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"U Is a pleasure to be here and a
regret to call you back to Washing
ton," said the president as they shook
hands.
"I suppose that means an extra ses
sion," the senator answered.
"First let me reassure you. I shall
get uwny ns soon as possible, for I
know that a president Is a heavy bur
den for one to have on his hands."
"Don't worry. I cun get along with
almost any kind of a human being, es
pecially If he like pudding and milk as
well ns you do," said the senator, who
then Introduced me In these words:
"Mr. President, this Is my young
friend, Barton Baynes, of the neigh
borhood of Llckltyspllt Jn the town
of Ballybeen—a coming man of this
county."
"Come on," was the playful remark
of the president as he took my hand.
"I shall bo looking for you."
I had carefully chosen my words
and I remember saying, with some dig
nity, like one In a story book, nlthpugh
with n trembling voice:
"It Is an honor to meet you, sir, and
(hank you for the right to voto—when
I am old enough."
Vividly, too, I remember his gentle
smile as he looked down nt me and
said In a most kindly tone:
"I think It a great honor to hear
you say that."
1I«> put his hands upon my shoulders
and turning to the senator said:
"Wright, I often wish that I had
your modesty."
"I need It much more than you do,"
the senator laughed.
Straightway 1 left them with an
awkward bow and blushing to the
roots of my hntr.
As I neared the home of Mr. Hacket
I heard hurrying footsteps behind me
and the voice of Sally calling my name.
1 stopped and faced about.
Mow charming she longed as she
walked toward me! I had never soen
her quite so fixed up.
"Bart," sfie said. "I suppose you're
not going to speak to mo."
"If you'll speak to me," I answered.
*7 love to speak to you," she said.
"I ve been looking all around for you.
Mother wnnts you to come over to
dinner with us at Just twelve o'clock.
You're going away with father as soon
as we get through."
I wanted to go but got the notion all
at once that the Dunkelbergs were In
I iB'vd of Information about me and that
the time had chine to Impart It.
! then and there that ancient Olympus
of our family received notice ns It
I were.
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So
"I can't," I said. "I've got to study
my lessons before I go away with your
father," *
It wns a blow to her. I saw the
shadow that fell upon her face. She
wns vexed nnd turned nnd ran away
from me without another word and I
felt a tiling of regret us I went to the
lonely and deserted home of the
schoolmaster.
At twelve-thirty Mr. Dtmkelherg
came for me, with a hlgh-stcpplng
horse In a new harness and a shiny,
still-running buggy. He wore gloves
und a beaver hut nnd sat very erect
urd lmd little to say.
"I hear you met the president," he
remarked.
"Yes, sir, I wns Introduced to him
this morning," I answered a bit too
proudly, anil wondering how he had
; heard of my good fortune, but deeply
I gratified at Ills knowledge of It.
I "What did he have to suy?"
I described the Interview mid the
! looks of the great man. Not much
more was said as we sped away
toward the deep woods and the high
hills.
I was eager to get home hut won
dered why he should be going with me
| to talk with Mr. Grimshaw and my
uncle. Of course I suspected that It
had to do with Amos, but how I knew
not. He humuuHl In the rough going
and thoughtfully flicked the bushes
with his whip. I never knew a more
persistent hammer.
Aunt Deel shook hands with'' Mr.
Dunkelberg mid then came to me and
suld :
"Wal, Bart Baynes 1 I never was so
glad to Vx* anybody In all the days o'
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my life—ayes! We been lookin' up
the road for nn hour — eyes! You
come right Into the house this min
ute—both o' you."
The table wus spread with the
things I enjoyed most—big, brown bis
cuits and a great comb of honey sur
rounded with Its nectar add a pitcher
of milk and a plate of cheese and some
Jerked meat and an apple pie.
"Set right down an' eat—I Just
want to see ye eat— ayes I do!"
Mr. Griinahnw came soon after we
I had finished our luncheon. He hitched
I his horse at the post and came In.
j "Good day," he said, once and for
, all, ns he came in at the open door,
j "Baynes, I want to have a talk with
j you and the hoy. Tell mo what you
know about that murder."
"Wnl, I had some business over to
I'lattsburg," my uncle began.
I was there I thought I'd go and see
Amos. So I drove out to Bookman's
farm. They told me that Amos had
left there after workln' four days.
They gave him fourteen shlllins un'
he was goln' to take the stage In the
mornln'. He left some time in the
night an' took Beekmun's rifle with
him, so they said. There was a pleco
o' wood broke out o' the stock o' the
we
and
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"While
the
to
all
In
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rifle. That was the kind o' gun that
wns used In the murder."
It surprised me that my uncle knew
all this. He had said nothing to me
of his Journey or Its result.
"How do you know?" snapped Mr.
Grimshaw.
"This boy see It plain. It was n
gun with a piece o' wood broke out
o' the stock."
"Is that so?" was the brusque de
mand of the money lender us he
turned to mo.
"Yes, sir," I nnswered.
"The boy lies," he snapped, and
turning to my uncle added : "Yer mad
'cause I'm tryln' to make ye pay yer
honest debts—ain't ye now?"
Uncle I'enhody, keeping his temper,
shook his hend and calmly said : "No,
I ain't anything ngTn' you or Amos,
but It's got to bo so that a man cun
travel the roads o' this town wit ou in
get!In' his hend blowed oft."
Mr. Dunkelberg turned to me and
asked :
"Are you sure that the stock of the
gun you saw was broken?"
"Yea, sir—and I'm almost sure II
was Amos that ran away with It."
"Why?"
"I picked up a stone and threw It
at him and It grazed the left side of
Ids face, and the other night I snw
the sear It made."
My aunt and uncle and Mr. Dunkcl
berg moved with astonishment ns I
spoke of the scar. Mr. Grimshaw,
with keen eyes fixed upon me, gave a
Utile grunt of Incredulity.
"lluh I—Liar I" he muttered.
"I am not a Hur," I declared with In
dignation, whereupon my aunt angrily
stirred the fire In the stove and Uncle
1'eaboily put his hand on my arm and
1 said :
"Hush, Bart! Keep your temper,
son."
"If you tell these things you may
he the means of sending an Innocent
boy to his deuth," Mr. Dunkelberg said
to me, "I wouldn't bo loo sure about
'em If I were you. It's so easy to be
mistaken. You couldn't be sure In the
dusk that the stono really lilt him,
could you?"
I answered : "Yes, sir—I saw the
stone lilt and 1 saw lilm put Ills hand
on the plaee while he was running.
1 guess It hurt him some."
"Look a' here, Baynes," Mr, Grim
shuw began In that familiar scolding
Urne of his, "I know what you want
an' we might Jest as well git right
down to business first ns last. You
keep this boy still an' I'll give yo five
years' Interest." ,
Aunt Duel gave a gasp and quickly
covered her mouth with her hand.
Uucle Peabody changed color ns he
rose from his chair with a strange look
on his face. He swung his big right
hnml In the air as he said :
"By the eternal jumpin'—"
lie stopped, pulled down the left
sleeve of his flannel shirt and walked
to the water pall and drank out of
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the dipper.
"Say, Mr. Grimshaw, I'm awful sorry
for ye," said my uncle as he returned
to his chiilr, "hut I've always learnt j
tHis hoy to tell the truth nn' the hull
truth. I- know the danger I'm ln.
We're gettln' old. It'll he hard to
start over ug'tn an' you can ruin us
If ye want to an* I'm as scared o' ye
as a mouse ln a cut's paw, but this
boy has got to tell the truth light out
plain. I couldn't muzzle him if I
tried—he's too much of a mun. If
you're scared o' the truth you mus'
know that Amos Is guilty."
Mr. Grimshaw shook his head with
anger and bent the floor with the end
of his cane.
"Nobody knows anything o' the kind,
Baynes," said Mr. Dunkelberg. "Of
course Amos never thought o' killing
anybody, lie's n harmless kind of a
hoy. I know him well and so do you.
Under the circumstanced Mr. Grim
shaw Is afraid that Bart's story will
make It difficult for Amos to prove
his Innocence."
Uncle Peabody shook his head with
a look of flruiucss.
me
my
It
knew
going
more
Mr.
and
so
o'
Again Grimshaw laughed between
his teeth ns he looked at my uncle.
In his view every man had his price.
"I see that I'm the mouse an' you're
the cat," he resumed, as that curious
laugh rattled In his throat,
here, Baynes, I'll tell ye what I'll do!
I'll cancel the hull mortgage."
Again Uncle Peabody rose from his
chair with a look In his face which I
How his voice
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have never forgotten.
rang out !
"No, sir!" he shouted so loudly that
II jumped to our feet and Aunt
we a
Heel covered her face with her apron
It was like the ex
Then the frag
and began to cry.
plosion of a blast,
meats began falling with a loud crush:
"NO, Silt! YE CAN'T BUY THE
NAIL ON MY LITTLE FINGER OK
HIS WITH ALL
Y EU MONEY—
N YOU !"
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top of the mountains,
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My Little Finger or His With All
Yer Money—Damn Youl"
as
dnd and the chickens cackled and the
old rooster clapped his wings and
crowed with all the power of his lungs.
Every member of that little group
stood stock still nnd breathless.
I trembled with a feur I could not
have defined. Mr. Grimshaw shuffled
out of the door, his cane rapping the
floor as If his arm Kml been stricken
with pnlsy In a moment.
Mr. Dunkelberg turned to my aunt,
his face scarlet, and muttered an apol
ogy for the disturbance nnd followed
the money lender.
"Come on, Bart," Uncle Peabody
called cheerfully, as he walked toward
the barnyard. "Let's go an' git In
them hut'nuts."
He paid no attention to our visi
tors—neither did my aunt, who fol
lowed us. The two men talked to
gether a moment, unhitched their
horses, got Into their buggies and
drove away.
"Wnl, I'm surprised at Mr. Horace
Dunkelberg tryln' to come It over us
like that—ayes! I be," said Aunt Deel.
"Wnl, I ain't," said Uncle Peabody.
"OP Grimshaw has got him under hts
thumb—that's what's the matter.
You'll find he's up to his ears In debt
to Grimshaw—prob'ly."
As we followed him toward the
house, he pushing the wheelbarrow
loaded with sucks of nuts, he added:
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"At last Grimshaw has found some
thin' that he can't buy an' he's awful
surpris'd. Too bail ho didn't learn
that lesson long ago."
lie stopped his wheelbarrow by the
steps und we sut down together on
the edge of the stoop as he added:
"I got mad—they kep' pickin' on me
so—I'm sorry, but I couldn't help "It.
We'll start up ag'ln somewheres If we
have to. There's a good many days'
work In me yet."
As we curried the bags to the attic
room I thought of the lodestone and
the compass and knew that Mr. Wright
j had foreseen what was likely to hnp
pen.
When we came down Uncle Pen
body said to me:
"I feel sorry, awful sorry, for that
boy."
We spent a silent afternoon gather
ing apples. After supper we played
pld sledge and my uncle had hard
work to keep us in good countenance.
We went to bed early and 1 lay long,
hearing the autumn wind ln the popple
leaves and thinking of that great thing
which had grown strong within us.
little by little. In the candle light.
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Bart encounters a new peril
as a result of his knowledge re
garding the crime of which
Amos Grimshaw is accused.
How Bart escaped from the
danger that menaced him Is told
In the next Installment.
(TO BE CONTINUED ?
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Kidnaper
By MILDRED WHITE
Weaters Newspaper Vnlun.1
(Copyright. 191». t>y
Peggy came down the terraced steps !
sister's bungalow and looked
street.
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from her
wistfully up
Here were the trees all crimson and
visit coining to
the
and down
gold, her long summer
close, and this glorious
free, with no amusement 4n store.
wide eves seeming not to
afternoon
Peggy's
find that for which they sought,
wandered aimlessly up the broad road.
Near Its top stood a great house be
hind a stone garden wall. Peggy hud
always admired tills wall, the trees
dropped over it so protecting!?', and
there were glimpses of flower-bordered
paths within.
Today, on the walk before tin 1 house,
stood
chatitingly from beneath the
llmpling love of a baby.
"You darling!" I'egg.v responded to
the smile, while the lathy put forth a
chubby hand with an evident Invitation
for Its clasping.
"You
exclaimed.
baity carriage, and smiling en
carriage
hood was a
friendly little tiling!'
Peggy
" answered the baby.
No attendant was in sight; probably
the child's mother bad left it while
she stopped at the great house,
decided to visit with the baby until
"G
Peggy
her return.
Gratefully the little one put forth
efforts to entertain,
rung out at Its droll tricks—hide and
seek wllli the tiny skirt of its dress,
chubby fingers.
But no mother was forthcoming.
leave the adorable little
if investiga
'
The girl's laugh
between
Loath t
thing, Peggy made a trip
Hon up the flower-bordered path.
The baby's lusty cry at her deser
tion caused her to go farther and ring
the front-door hell.
To all uppear
thls glorious October day
a aces, upon
the great house was vacated.
careless nurse girl,"
Peggy
"had forsaken
"Some
Indignantly reflected,
the baby for her own pleasure,
must already have been gone
No wonder the tiny one had so
She
some
time.
gleefully welcomed her presence."
Peggy returned, to find baby's smile
She
of greeting banishing the tears,
decided to push the carriage slowly
down the stone walk until the one in
But no one
charge should appear.
enme.
Baby, Indeed, reemed the only object
ers,
ed
his
ery Invited.
She had never looked before from y
Hie hill to the valley. Baby coned de- | j
lightfully, while Peggy s thoughts went j
wool-gathering. I „
"This was the first day of her long fnl
stay In which the nice man bad not I
passed her sister's home.
In her own though s-and strange to
sny, he was often n her thoughts
Peggy referred to him us the nice o
m ""' ... . .
There wns something so wholesome- .
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ly frank in the good-natured face, even
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In the mans swinging carriage. Peg
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gv wondered dismally how it was that
they bad no. I. ne butter acquaint
rd. Her sister introduced them .me ,
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Ihe wild commotion the chance encoun
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ter with Ibis same loin Price bad ,
raised la Peggy's usually adamantine
heart, she might have heen more ex
plldt In her description.
Inexplicable wav. In the
mnnv places where Peggv bad hap
pened I.lurli g the past . banging i ll
venr. Ibis "nice man" bad bobbed up,
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Baby, Indeed, reemed the only object
of life in all the silent surroundings.
Peggy continued to push the carriage.
"Just ns well to give the neglectful
scare," she considered. And
one
as she went on, new vistas of fall seen
a
day, in passing.
"Oh, Huit is Tom Price," she care
lessly remarked.
il guessed at i '
If the married sister h
In seine
uni ! I recognition between the two ho
came an astonishing fact. Peggy fan
cied him eager for a meeting; yet, af
ter tier sister's Introduction, Tom Price
passed on his contented way—with but
a daily, distant bow. And now sbe
must go home!
"Goo—" reminded the bnhy.
Peggy glanced about In surprise;
she had gone farther than she knew.
Then suddenly, apparently "out of the
nowhere Into the here," n man's figure
loomed up before her.
"How de do?" said Toni Price.
Peggy stared, then she laughed.
"I might have known that It WO Ä ld j
he you," she said. "This is about the
only corner where we luid not met."
The nice man's grin expressed satis
faction.
"Couldn't he too often to suit me,"
he remarked pleasantly. "Where did
you get the baby?"
"Oh !" she murmured : "1 did not re
alize It, but I guess—I've kidnaped
him."
"Severe penalty for that." said Tom
Price, and his eyes twinkled.
"It Is really serious," •'eggy protest
ed. "1 have heen most thoughtless.
Perhaps some distracted mother Is now
wringing her hands over his absence.
He was so captivating, you sec. I Just
kept pushing him on from before the
hlg stone house, where I found him.
"The house Is at the top of the hill
I must get him hack directly."
Breathlessly she swung the carriage
shout. The nice man took hold of the
handle.
"Let me help you." he suggested ; "If
the police are on your trail, I may be
able to help you out. Pm pretty well
known around here."
Silently Peggy accepted hts aid. The
> baby 'sughlng Into tbeir faces, they
msde their way back down the road.
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"Let me see," said the man matter
of-faetly, "the first time I saw you was
on your college campus."
"Yes," nodded the girl.
"And the second, crossing a busy
city street?"
I'eggy agreed.
"Then there was a time when you
came glowing through the door of the
rail road train—"
"Glowing?" smiled Peggy.
looked that way to me," said
the nice man ; "like a vivid flower in a
dreary place."
"Thank you," answered Peggy prim
"You
l.v.
"is
"And tills," the man went on,
the only time I have seen you away
from your sister's veranda, when you
were not accompanied by the same fel
Your fiance, I suppose?" The
■xtremely casual.
low.
question was
"Mv young brother," Peggy replied.
Tom Price took his big hands from
carriage handle and stood still
'Your brother!" he la
the
before her.
mented ; "and all this time I've been
keep from falling in love
trying t(
with another fellow's girl."
"You have no right to speak to me
like that—" Peggy began severely, hut
her anxiety was trans
tlie nearness of a surrounding
immediutely
ferred t
stone wall.
"This is the place," she whispered,
"where I—took the bnby. I've been
away quite some time,
mind walking with me as far as the
front door? If his mother should hap
pen to be angry—"
"Just you leave It all to me," Tom
magnanimously suggested.
As there was still no response to
their summons at the grdat house
door, perplexed and feeling rather
guilty, Peggy followed her protector's
advice and waited with him upon the
Would you
veranda.
' Her eyes softened as the nice man
icked the haby In his arms.
"He is not a bit afraid of you," she
r<
murmured.
Then Tom Price laughed,
should he be?" he said. "He Is my sis
She left him In my care for
"Why
ter's kid.
u couple of hours this afternoon,
just gone to hunt up his nurse when
you came and stole him."
"And you didn't tell me," Peggy ac
"You kept walking along and
I'd
ettsed.
never told me,"
The nice man reflected baby's smile.
"I had to find out about that other
fellow, you see," he said.
SEE EXTINCTION OF COYOTE
Stock Raisers Confident That Their
Skulking Enemy Will Soon Bo En
tirely Wiped Out.
According to stock raisers and farm
ers, especially In Kansas, the coyote
seems to be fast becoming extinct. The
fencing up of big pasture districts
where practically every acre Is stock
ed with cattle has robbed the coyote qf
his once free and open range,
Because of his depredations on
y 0UI1( , HI1( j Helpless domestic stock a
| j )mln (y has In many places been set
j l|[)on his head and he has long been
I „ fugitive, hunted and killed by every
fnl . mer nnd st()ck ralser . The greater
I [mrt of ,j u , se bounties are collected in
the spring months before the mother
wf))f , ms , pft her den wlth her fnm
So , HtentIy hft s the warfare
o ' extormlmlt io„ heen carrl ed on that
the covotes which rear their families
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in safety must be cunning indeed,
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The covote has long borne a repu
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tat on for cowardice, to say nothing or
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""'"f "»w.u-lhy flunli Mes, but In tho
, ^Iniou " «m» this is unfair to the
: beast. Ills warfare on sheep long ago
led to the Institution of coyote drives,
j especially in the far Northwest. Hun
dreds of men turn out and manage
i the thing pretty much ns Is (lone in
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the case of a rabbit drive, when great
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? Jn^rahbits are driven in
!1 , s ° f pl,rri "' whpre the y " re
Kill« d.
0,1 one " rpnslon mnn ? mPn nnd *7"
1,1 «""then« Idaho worked all day drlv
i ll >« ln "> p p "- votpa 1 "" 1 whpn thp y- th0
mp " ,,ml lm - vs ' hlld »" converged nt
I the corral they found just one coyote
1 in It, and he got away!
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To Control Jute Trade.
It Is understood that the English
government is to keep control of the
llax trade during the next season, and
that it purposes to give greater facili
ties for the export of yarns and cloth,
as well ns to deal liberally with re
quests for permits, etc., for the home
market.
Meantime the surprisingly heavy In
crease In the prlee of raw materials
has made all quotations nominal.
There being only one seller in Russia
now, the government has had to pay
what may he called an exorbitant rate
for the filier.
Changes are also rapidly developing
in jute-goods trading arrangements.
The granting of grading permits and
export licenses has been put on a dif
ferent footing. More encouragement
will he accorded to the shipment of
yarns until It Is found that this Is In
terfering with the weaving of cloth for
home outlets.
White Whale in the Yukon.
Deputy Marshal J. C. Wood of Fair
hanks, Alaska, Is authority for the
story that a white whale has made its
appearance In the -Yukon river oppo
site the mouth of the Tauara river.
He noticed the mammal on his recent
trip up from Kuby. The deputy says
that preparations are now being made
for the capture of the whale as soon
ns the river freezes up a little
The whale was headed for some place
on the Upper Yukon, but the Ice
prevented It getting any further than
Tatiana.
more.
run
It frequently conies up to
blow aud has heen seen by a number
of residents of the lower river town.
—Alaska Citizen. Fair banka.