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jHow Shingeek
I Took a Wife I
An Eskimo's Heroism Brings I
j0y to His Igloo
By CASSIUS GRIFFITH
Copyright by Frank A. Munsey Co.
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Shingeek, the Eskimo, wanted a wife.
Shingeek was a son of the U-pick, the
.brave, fur clad little tribe whose skin
igloos dot the bleak, tempest swept!
.mountain slope of East Cape on the
Siberian coast, away up on the rim of
the world where the Bering sea and
Arctic ocean join to separate two great
continents.
The wrinkled old men of the U-pick
will tell you that their people have
lived on that cold, desolate shore since
the great exodus which left the tall
cairns upon the plateaus of the Dlo
medes, the twin Islands which lie in
the middle of Bering strait, moved
across to North America In search of
new hunting grounds.
When Shingeek could Just crawl
from under the igloo flap and waddle
out to gaze upon wild immensity of
his northern home bis father, Ahya
kok, was flung from his walrus skin
canoe into the icy water of the strait
by a blow from the thrashing flukes of
SHSiOKEK DBEW HIS KEEN KNOT.
harpooned whale and sank to Join
the seal spirits in the dark depths be
low.
When he was old enough to run with
the dog teams and help drag home the
result of the hunt his mother sang her
death chant one night and succumbed
to the sleep spirit, and he was left
alone to meditate in dry eyed wonder
at the abruptness of death.
An arctic winter bad passed, and the
slow returning sun from the southland
was rising higher daily over the hori
zon to drive the snow from the great
mountain and break up the ice in the
•trait
He was now a stalwart hunter, and
be felt the male desire for a wife. He
needed the nimble fingers of a woman
to make his skin shirts.
It would be good to see the red flame
of the seal oil lamp flare on a femi
nine countenance, and in his dreams
he bad "pictured Oamunga, the Snow
Flower, the daughter of Eblck, sitting
upon a pile of skins within his Igloo.
But Sblngeek was poor, as a barbari
an Is poor.
His weapons were the spears he had
made himself and a long knife which
he had traded from a white whaleman.
He had saved, but he could not pos
sess a rifle which could be bought from
the wblte men across the strait.
Many of the young men bad acquired
rifles, and to them fell the quantity of
tbe seal and walrus and the bear 1$
the fall.
He was a fearless hunter and strong,
bat be could not gain with spear and
knife what his brothers gained with
rifle and whale bombs.
Before Oamunga could ever sit with
in the range of his flre be must have
at least rifle and dogs.
At tbe autumn whale dance the year
before Oamunga had remained with
out tbe circle. She had answered bis
glances in the manner of ber kind and
people.
Shingeek knew bis chance would last
until tbe whale dance of the coming
season.
When the great floe ice had been
separated by tb« lammcr currents and
the larger bergs drifted clear so that
CMOW could bo b*ad -d, from across
the »tra!t, front fr.r town on the Alas
kan coast, MKC *1»* white trader.
He brought tlSw, nncdies, tobacco,
knlve*. Soar, tra Migar and trinkets
in quantity. Ho bad come to trade for
tbe wbaiebono ekin* an* curio* of tbe
U-plHt.
SMn?M»k wuccbad him carefully as
he die. pMpli, The
bamls of tto (the rifle*)
ffl*»AeJ, tad a* «fM» hqdtos ft tfa*
cartridges snone, ana ue longeu to
clasp them as his own.
Hut he bad no ice bear sklus nor the
skins of tbe white or cross fox. The
furs of the seals he had speared, and
tbe wolverene he had trapped only suf
ficed for clothing. He could buy noth
ing.
The trader was one who dealt far
ther southward with the tribes of St
Lawrence bay. His trade was short
with the U-pick, as he must push on.
He procured sled and dogs, and from
Tungatkuk, the chief, whose friend he
was, he asked for the best sledman in
the village.
Tungatkuk summed up his young
men and picked out Shingeek.
There was no better man with the
dogs, he said. He would travel three
sleeps without stop, and he knew the
trails.
The trader looked over the stalwart
form of the Eskimo and decided that
he was a good man.
The next day Oamunga watched
from the igloo front as Shingeek cluck
cd to the dogs, cracked bis whip and
swung off around the base of the slope
on the coast trail with the trader's
packs.
She'made no sign nor sound, but
gazed as tbe daughters of the U-pick
do at the departure of their lords.
Far down the coast where the rocky
cliffs rise perpendicular from the sea,
the dog team labored over and around
the dangerous hummocks on the ice.
which still held a mile offshore.
The snow whistled thickly on a stlfl
north wind, which further impeded the
progress and half blinded the two men
attempting to guide the lurching aled.
The dogs strained in tbe harness to
cross this stretch of jagged ice, which
led to the shore edge and tbe trail
again. The trailer dog carefully picked
the way for the following trace dogs.
They were returning to East Cape
from the' southern villages with the
sled packed with Bkins. As yet there
were fifteen miles to cover.
Suddenly there came a sharp, snarl
ing bark from the trailer. Tbe team
came to an abrupt halt, and the sled
lurched and stopped.
The dogs stood bristling with their
noses in the wind, the trailer only a
few paces ahead.
"Shu-na, Shingeek, what is it?" call
ed tbe trader, who had saved himself
from falling by grasping the steering
pole.
Shingeek made no answer, but held
up bis hand. He was keenly watching
tbe dogs, whose Instinct to danger was
far stronger than his own.
The whole team then snarled vi
ciously, and the trailer fell back upon
tbe two leaders, uttering quick, men
acing barks into the whirling snow.
Shingeek, tense, gazing into the ob
scurity, saw a great gaunt form, as
white as the driving snow, emerging
from a hummock not more than five
yards away on the left.
"Ah-ah-buk! Ah-ah-buk! Ice bear!"
he shouted to the trader. "Rifle, rifle
quick!"
Shingeek immediately sprang to the
sled for his big spear. The dogs were
In a panic and tearing at the traces.
The trader turned to find the bear
almost upon him, the erect body mak
ing directly toward him, the great red
tongue lolling from a cavernous mouth
and the clean, long fangs showing
clearly as she snarled her hatred.
Sblngeek looked quickly as he tug
ged at the thong which held his spear
in place. He took in with tbe glance
the extreme peril of the trader, the
dogs and all.
In the furious charging beast he rec
ognized what the Eskimo know as tbe
"mad bear." It was a female and
crazed with hunger.
Pinched by hunger and driven to
desperation by tbe whining of her
whelps she knew no fear and would
attack the first animate object she
came upon.
Shingeek had meant to Jump across
the sled and between the bear and tbe
dogs. Sbould tbe dogs start off In
panic, they might be left wounded and
without assistance.
But the ice bear made on at the
trader. So close had she come tbat to
attempt to extract tbe rifle was a fu
tile effort
He pulled bis knife from his belt and
staggered backward over the uneven
ice.
"Sblngeek! Shingeek!" he cried.
Shingeek gave an answering shout
and wrenched free his spear.
"Shingeek!" again came from the
white man. He had stopped.
Behind him was a drop of ten feet
on jagged ice. In front came the craz
ed bear and fell In a fury npon him.
His knife whistled as it whirled
through the air, and sank into tbe
broad, wblte breast But it was tbe
only stroke.
The enormous paws bore him down
and his bead strack violently on tbe
sharp edge of the floe.
Just as the great month, which open
ed red and foaming before bis face,
was about to crush tbe bones of his
shoulder, there was a wild shout and
Shingeek hurled himself at the bear
and buried his spear blade deep into
ber back.
Tbe bear straightened with a snarl
ing groan and Sblngeek was thrown
backward so suddenly bis hands flew
from the shaft
In an instant be had drawn his keen
knife, and, his blood hot with tbe
ravage love of fight, sprang close to
matcb stpel with claw.
He went too close for the bear. The
blad« went
Btralght
to tbe heart and
again as the cruel claws ripped
through Shingeek'* furs and tore his
aid*.
Then tbe bear wabbled. The savage
light growl ended In a gurgle aa tbe
blood surged up Into ber throat
In tliM last attempt to maUn ber ene
mj liar Jaws closed in a dying effort on
smngfreK titth, Ana site intcfied for
ward upon him.
Shingeek fell unconscious. The bleed
ing wound in his side and being crush
ed by the bear overcame him.
The trader saw the fight from where
he lay bleeding with the severe wound
In his head.
The trailer dog sniffed the body of
the dead bear. Then he began to bark
and tug at Shingeek's hood.
He continued this, and Shingeelt
finally opened his eyes and his reasoi
filtered gradually back to him.
His torn side was throbbing with
pain, but the Eskimo is bora for en
durance, and Shingeek heeded it not
With the help of the dog he pulled
himself from beneath the blood soaked
bear, and within a few minutes he had
gained sufficient strength to walk. The
trader lay unconscious. I
As Shingeek arose the trace dogs
yapped.
He dragged the trader to the Bled
and after many efforts raised him upon
the packs and lashed him there.
From the back of the bear be pluck
ed his spear, and then with his knife
he severed the great claw which had
ripped his side. He placed both upon
the sled.
Then he examined the traces and re
lashed them where tbe dogs bad bitten
through.
The trail was just at the edge of the
cliff on tbe shore foot He must make
it at any cost. It was near. He grasp
ed the steering pole and clucked to the
dogs. He half ran, half stumbled over
tbe way and made It after an agonizing
exertion.
It cost him all his remaining strength,
and tbe distance was dotted with blood
spots.
But now the trail was clear. He
stopped the team and pulled tbe sleep
ing bag over the trader.
Then he painfully clambered upon
the sled himself and, wrapping a skin
about his shoulders, crawled under tbe
skin rope which held the trader.
Then he clucked to the dogs.
Three hours later tbe trailer dog led
the team around the base of tbe East
Cape slope with two unconscious men
upon tbe sled.
It was three days later that Shin
geek's igloo flap was pulled aside and
three figures entered.
One was Tungatkuk, the chief of the
U-plck. One was the trader, now re
covered partially from his wound, and
the other was—a female! They sat
upon skins, close by tbe flame of the
seal oil lamp.
"Shingeek," said the trader, as he
took the band of tbe Eskimo.
Sblngeek returned the pressure of
the white man and looked Into his
eyes.
He understood what was in the mind
of the trader, and, after tbe manner
of tbe men of the north, his expres
sion returned It. They botb under
stood.
T£en tbe trader pointed to a great
pile in one side of the dimly lighted
Igloo. With it was a shiny new rifle.
"Cartridges," he said, "plenty. Flour,
tobacco, needles, hard bread, calico,
everything. Umalaktuk, plenty. Be
long you."
Shingeek looked, and a strange light
came into his black eyes.
Then the trader pressed his hand
again, after the manner of his kind,
and went out.
After a moment's silence Tungatkuk
stirred.
He took the small hand of the wo
man beside him and placed it over the
heart of Shingeek. He arose.
"Shingeek," he uttered slowly, in a
naturally eloquent voice. "You have
"II FOINTIO TO A OBBAT FUJI THAT UI
nr
THE
HOT aPMHOa WEMLV HQT aNUHQ^jOimi HMOi^
I
OOBNSB."
proved a son of the U-pick. -Tour
father was Ahyakok, who knew no
fear and who was tbe lord of tbe
whale, whose spirits he sleeps among
now. Ton are tbe lord of the Ice bear,
of tbe wolf dogs, and the master of tbe
trail. Your heart Is strong, and you
have the love of your people."
Shingeek made no answer. Even bis
savage mind was placed beyond com
manding speech. His heart was full.
Tungatkuk then placed bis pipe be
tween tbe lips of Shingeek, and after
along draw had been taken, be disap
peared through the flap entrant and
left Sblngeek alono with Oamunga, hia
Wife
Tutto Takes
I the Air I
I Remarkable Adventures of a
Dog and His Keeper *j
By FRANK X. riNNBGAN
Copyright by Frank A. Munsey Co.
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Mrs. Atwood-Fothergill raised her
lorgnette and gazed with that disfavor
which is necessary to keep tbe lower
classes In their place at the footman
who had answered her ring.
"James," she said, with a wave of
the delicately gold framed glasses to
ward a sofa beside her, "take Tutto
out for his walk, and when you return
give him his bawth. Be very careful
of motors, James, when he ia crossing
the avenue, and don't let him get over
heated."
James had been standing in the door
way with his chin elevated, his elbows
crooked, and his forearms dangling as
TUTTO WAS NBVEB SO INSULTED IK HIS
LIFE.
If they were paralyzed, tbe approved
pose for mere menials taking orders
from their superiors.
When Mrs. Atwood-Fothergill, by
langaldly returning ber gaze to tbe
novel in ber lap, Indicated that she was
quite through speaking to him, be
moved jerkily across the room to the
sofa, picked up a chunky Boston ter
rier from the silk cushion on which it
was sleeping heavily, and carried it
from the room as carefully as though
it was bis own son and heir that oc
cupied bis arms.
Ten minutes later, with Tutto trot
ting beside him on the leash, Mr. James
Dawkey was promenading in Fifty
ninth street
"Hello, Jimmie!" a cheerful voice
called. "Givln' the tyke a walk, an
ye?"
Mr. Dawkey looked up and his pro
fessionally doleful countenance lighted
momentarily as he pulled Tutto up
short.
"Hello, Joe!" he said. "Yes, I'm trot
tin' the pup for awhile. I don't mind
it It's easier than workin', and It gets
a man out for himself now and then.
How's everything?"
"Same old thing with me, Jimmie,"
responded bis friend with unflagging
cheerfulness, "keepin' my eye out for
a job right along, but I haven't landed
one. Thought I had one right only
yesterday, but I couldn't get no ref
'rence because my man's gone to Eu
rope. Hard luck. Come in and have
something, Jim? I was just thinkin'
about bavin' a fresli one when you
come by."
"All right, Joey." he said. "I'll go
you this once. Come on hm\ you mur
derin' hound, or I'll pull the head
off ye!"
Thus encouraged Tutto entered the
saloon at the heels of his attendant
looked around with a sniff of disgust
at tbe unfamiliar surroundings and
finally curled up for a snooze under a
thiny brass rail, on which there was a
long row of feet
It was some time later when tbe
pampered Boston terrier awoke.
The row of feet including one ap
pertaining to James Dawkey, was «ttll
in position on tbe brass rail. Tbe
noises and the odors of tbe place which
bad first distressed Tutto were still the
same. But when tbe dog rose and
stretched himself he discovered one
change In the situation—his leash had
dropped from Mr. Dawkey's careless
fingera and he was free.
Cautiously tbe terrier took the first
unleashed and untrammeled steps that
had ever come Into bis sheltered life.
No one noticed him.
Through an open doorway from the
rear room of the cafe trotted a cat a
striped, self willed and pugnacious fe
line, upon whose preserves tbe terrier
waa poaching.
For an instant they faced each other,
hair slowly bristling, months opening
fangs and teeth showing.
Then with a snarl tbe cat leaped,
pawing fiercely at Tutto's face, catch
ing his well fed cheeks with her earr
ing claws.
Tutto was never so insulted la tala
life.
It took bin bat a fiftieth of a saa
jfc.
Qhd to realise it, and in the same space
of time all the dog in him, that was
intended from the beginning to be. for
ever arrayed against all cats, came to
tbe surface, and be sprang forward in
reprisal.
There waa a thud as the twoi bodies
came together, and the cat went over
on her sMe, Tutto'k teeth nipped
through her ear.
Bound and round they west like an
animated furry cyclone, leaving devas
tation in their wake, scattering the
row of debaters lined up at the bar,
spilling their drinks and their
glasses and aendlng them scurrying for
cover behind cbalra and tables.
From the midst of the wreckage that
had a few moments before been a high
ly ornate, glittering and moat alluring
cafe, the bartender glared around at
his blinking Customers.
"Who brought that dog in herel" he
abouted, walking around the end of the
bar toward where Tutto lay panting
and winded from his unaccustomed ex
ertions.
Mr. Dawkey tried to look as inno
cent as tbe rest of the crowd, but tbe
bartender fixed him with an accusing
eye.
"You're tbe fellow!",he declared, ad
vancing on the worried footman with a
menacing air. "That's your dog, all
right and you'll settle for this!"
"Who-me?" retorted James with
a wavering assumption of innocence.
"Not on your life It ain't my dog! I
never seen the dog until It went over
the bar there."
"Don't let him band you that stuff,
Billy," said a voice. "I seen him
bring the dog in here. Go on, call a
copper and make him settle."
"That's right" volunteered another
voice from the crowd "this ain't no
place to bring no vicious cur Uke
one into. A man ought to have more
sense."
Mr. Dawkey faced about to find an
ominous array of bis fellow citizens
regarding blm. From the tail of bis
eye be perceived Joe gently sifting out
through the swinging doors into Fifty
ninth street.
This desertion in his hour of need
stung him to the quick and at the
same moment gave him an inspiration
wherein lay a faint hope of escape.
"What's the matter with you fel
lows?" he demanded. "I tell you It
ain't my dog. it belongs to tbat chap
that Just went out You seen blm
duckln' out, didn't you?"
For an. Instant the bartender wav
ered In indecision.
Tbe defense of tbe accused sounded
logical enough. No one else had left
the place, and the half doors were still
swinging behind tbe deserter. Why
should he have slipped out in the midst
of tbe excitement If his skirts were
clean?
The man in tbe white apron took a
hasty stop toward the entrance, but at
that crucial moment Tutto himself
offered the evidence which promptly
dipped the. scales against Mr. Dawkey.
Having recovered his second wind
In a measure, the terrier looked around
at the circle of unfamiliar faces, spied
his friend the footman at the edge of
the crowd and, trotting cheerfully to
him with a rapidly vibrating tall, laid
his scratched nose against Mr. Daw
key's shins.
"Oh, he ain't your dog, eh?" the
bartender snorted. "Well, he's pretty
blamed'friendly'to a stranger, ain't
her
James had been thinking as rapidly
as his cerebral processes would permit
during these exciting moments. His
berth at the Atwood-Fotberglll- estab
lishment was an easy and fairly remu
nerative one and not to bo lightly
thrown over.
"Let's see what's marked on lta col
lar," he suggested, stooping quickly
and taking the terrier into hia arma.
The subterfuge distracted general at
tention for the tnomsnt'
The men between hiin and the door
moved in to have a look at the en
graved silver plate, and with Tutto
well tucked under his arm, like a quar
terback with the ball sprinting for a
touchdown, Mr. Dawkey suddenly
made a break for liberty, dashed
through the swinging doors and fled
through Fifty-ninth street with the
pack in pursuit
Officer Drlscoll, fat and fifty, loung
ing against an areaway stairs in Lex
ington avenue, was deep in a discus
si
on with Bonn, the baker, concerning
the identity of tbe man higher up,
when the sounds of the chase came to
hia ears from around the corner
shouts and oaths and an occasional
"Stop thief!" mingled with the patter
of many rushing feet
Before he could get a firm grip on
his club «id rouse himself to the oc
casion Mr. Dawkey turned the corner
in full flight with tbe Boston terrier
safe under bis arm, one strenuous el
bow working like a piston rod
"Dog thief!" auggested Bonn, the
baker, after a hasty glance.
The policeman, with both arms
spread, essayed to check tbe hurried
advance of the fleeing footman, but
things had gone too far then with Mr.
Dawkey to have a mere patrolman
stop blm.
If there had been a squad of them
something might have been accom
plished but so far from paying heed
to Officer Drlscoll's command that ha
halt James plunged six inches of bis
bead into him amidships with some
thing of the skill of tbe quarterback
be, was personating, bowled him over
in a heap and sped on with renewed
sest
As tbe indignant and gasping police
man struggled to his feet with the
leaders In the chase rounding tbe cor
ner in full cry, a touring car rolled
Into Lexington avenue at a leisurely
rate, the chauffeur lounging luxurious
ly in his cushions.
Half a dozen red faced and winded
map wmwMidlBd Palfcqmaig Bi^WHl,'
pouring Into his ears a disjointed stoo
of the helnoua offenses of the fugitive.
Sir. Dawkey was still in sight far
down the block. The automobile was
drawing nigh, the chauffeur beginning
to sit up and notice that something
was going on, and the policeman de
cided to commandeer tbe machine and
pursue his assailant
He had heard of sucb things being
done by thief catchers of tbe detec
tive bureau, and this surely was a
time for desperate measures.
"Hey, you!" he shouted to the chauf
feur aa be rushed to the car. "Get a
move on you and help me catch that
guy! Come on now—speed ber up!"
The chauffeur, galvanized into ac
tion by the command and with the lust
for a man hunt that the best of us
have at times, waited only to see that
the policeman was scrambling into the
tonneau before he threw on all tbe
speed that bis engine carried and sent
the machine bounding ahead on the
chase.
At the second corner tbe fleeing
footman glanced back, and as he saw
the gleam of the shield and the but
tons on the coat of tbe policeman,
standing in the car like Washington
crossing the Delaware, he realized that
strategy must give place to mere speed
If be was to escape.
He turned the corner and In his
haste paid no heed to an automobile
flre engine that was rushing through
the cross street at forty mllea an bOur.
Bells were clanging, whistles were
tooting, many people were running,
and Mr. Dawkey with his dog was
quite unnoticed in the press.
A few seconds later there was addi
tional reason for his being ignored in
the presence of more interesting spec
tacles when the rushing motorcar,
with Policeman Drlscoll in the ton
neau, crashed into the automobile flre
engine as it turned the corner, over
turned it In a red heap of whirring
wheels and wrecked machinery and
was Itself crumpled into scrap steel
and rribber.
Mr. Dawkey heard the crush and was
Impelled to look behind.
Then before the Jumbled conversa
tion, cross questions and replies could
take form be slipped into the passage
way between two buildings, opened a
blind gate In a fence and stepped on to
the close clipped lawn of the Atwood
Fothergill back yard.
He dropped Tutto to the ground and
picked up the leash, wiping bis brow
with an unsteady hand.
"Well, I guess I showed them guys
some speed," be muttered and walked
into the servants' entrance of the man
sion.
An hour later, with his chin at the
proper angle and bis livery immacu
late, James carefully carried tbe Bos
ton terrier into the room where Mrs.
Atwood-Fothergill was still dawdling
over her novel and bestowed it on the
silk cushion. She looked up languidly.
"Did you give Tutto his bawth?" she
asked.
James crooked his elbows, stood at
attention and bowed.
"Yes, madam," he said.
"And he didn't get overheated while
he was out?"
"No, madam."
There was a grunt from the other
end of the apartment Where Mr. At-
FiiCHoao nrro HIM AMIDSHIPS.
wood-Fotherglll in a chair near the
window was cutting the pages of a
magazine.
"What that dog needs ia exercise," he
growled. "Do
|o| ever give blm a run
aroundat alii- James?"-'
"No, air," James said stiffly.
"Better do it after this," Mr. Atwood
Fothergill ordered, returning to bis
magazine.
James bowed and turned like a ma
rionette to leave the room, but Mrs. At
woodFother|ill stopped blm with her
lorgnette pointed.
"But be caireral of one thing, James,"
she advised—"keep him away from all
excitement The doctor told me he has
a weak heart"
"Yes, madam," said James.
And he didn't laugh until be was two
floors below them.
The Brawrt Thrasher.
Beetles form about one-half of the
animal food, grasshoppers and crlckpts
one-flftb, caterpillars and cutworm*
about one-flftb, wblle spiders and mil
llpeds comprise mpst ?f tberemnlning
food of the brown thrasher, it is. In
addition, an enemy to such pests as

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