Adventure Magazine Cover — page 71: what you’re looking at

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The JAMES BAY 200 mikes * Mc DONALD'S Cac 7 --------+-----m% CAMP MA DIAN TRANSCON TINGN TA, 2 = are IGHT OP WAY DiAGRAM BULLET ona BLAST Dalton stepped back into the right of way and reseated himself upon the boulder. The mail-carrier was coming along swiftly and his features soon became distinguish- able. His swarthy countenance and black hair told the story of composite ancestry— probably Indian mother and French father. The pack of mail was carried across his shoulders and held to its place by a broad strap passing, Indian fashion, over his forehead. “B’ jour. Seen anybody on the right of way going west?” was Dalton’s greeting. “No, m’siew’; no man she go west, two, t’ree day.” The mail-runner came obligingly to a stop. Dalton pondered. “What camp comes next after Car- michael’s?” he interrogated. “McDonal’ camp—he feefteen mil’ fur- der on.” “There’s no stop between Carmichael’s and McDonald’s?”’ The mail man reflected carefully a moment. Then his lips and teeth parted in a broad grin. “Oui, out. Papa Dupré—she keep blin’ peeg on Shabogama.” “So there’s a blind pig on Lake Shabo- gama?”’ repeated Dalton musingly, a light of understanding coming into his eyes. “Oui—one mil’ furder back, tor’ Car- meeshel.”’ “Merci,” came in satisfied thanks from Dalton; and the runner, with an acknowl- 5 Bullet and the Blast PROVINCE OF QuEBEC 65 LAKE ST YOHANAN cow ag se SCALE | 32 Miles edging “Salut!” again took up his jog-trot and resumed his interrupted journey east- ward toward civilization. Dalton could not hope to equal the half- breed’s rapid pace and accordingly he proceeded in the direction of Carmichael’s with more leisurely stride. The postman’s figure had melted into the eastern horizon when Dalton finally arrived at a tiny foot- path, scarcely discernable except to the astute eves of the dwellers in the wilderness, that left the right of way and meandered off through the spruces toward Lake Shabogama. Then ensued a few moments of perplexity that{were spent in a critical examination of the feotmarks on the little pathway; but Dalton was presently forced to con- clude that his inspection gave but scanty enlightenment in the way of Indian sign of recent passage. He was still hesitant regarding the proper course to be adopted when, happening to glance along the right of way in the direction of Carmichaeél’s, he perceived in the middle distance a figure that, but a minute or two previous, had been absent from view. He rubbed his eyes and gazed with greater intentness; but the distance was such that the figure’s outlines were not defined enough to permit any sort of identi- fication. Dalton therefore took up a swift pace and began to overhaul the wayfarer ahead of him. He saw at length that the man carried a pack and that he was moving . CORMICLOOOKS (E@)