Argosy, Vol. 1 (December 9, 1882) — page 104: what you’re looking at

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AN ADIRONDACK RIVALRY. 97 from Sternberg’s, and thought I’d best not bring him down today. I knew it was about time for a constable to come in, but, gee whizz! I didn’t think it would be Tom Jameson. You know how we hate each other, Rannie, and Ive got to watch out now.” The two guides had completely covered up all tracks of their landing, and of the burying of the deer on the island. Then they made their way back to their. boats. ‘‘ ‘When he came into Bishop’s and told the fellers that he had been made constable, Ab Thompson up and said: ‘Hum, I know why you wanted to be appointed. You want to land Hi Chester in jail, so you can have a clear field with old Bob White’s daughter, Carrie.’ Then Ab gave me the wink, and knowing that you might stumble over a deer on the Sternberg trail, I thought I’d row up and tell you the news.” | The older man had pushed off his boat, but he shoved it close up to Ban- croft’s and put out his hand. “ Thanks, Rannie, you done me a goed turn. I won’t forget it.” Then he pushed off again and rowed up the lake. * So that’s what Tom’s gone and done, is it?”’ Hi said to himself, as he plied his oars. “ He went and got made constable, just to get me out of the way. Well, I'll fool the slick coon. I won’t give up hunting, not by a durn sight. But if he comes a monkeying with me I'll take him for a deer some day when the season’s on, and the courts ‘ll think it was an accident.” Now, in reality, Hi Chester was not of a murderous disposition, and he didn’t mean all he told himself as he pulled up towards Umstead Landing. The thought was only prompted by the happenings of the past few months, culminating, as they did, with Tom Jameson’s appointment to a game con- stableship. For two whole years Hiram Chester had been making the trip up the lake to a little log camp that stood back a little way from the beginning of the trail to Umstead Mountain, near the Landing. Old man White lived there with his daughter, Carrie. Huiram’s visits to the little house had been out of sympathy at first; for since Mrs. White had died old Bob had grown kind of queer and kept his daughter with him constantly, winter and summer. Hi Chester had felt sorry for this poor girl, shut off from the life of the few settlers about Bishop’s. She was never allowed to go down there to any of the parties or entertainments ; so open hearted, good natured Hiram began to stop in at the Whites’ on his hunting and fishing trips up Dead Creek and the inlet. Soon these occasional visits became frequent and regular, and then the gossips of Harewood began to tell of “ Hi Chester’s courtin’ of old Bob White’s darter, Carrie.” Finally Hiram had proposed to Carrie White. She loved this man for all the qualities which go to make up a likely helpmate through life in the North Woods. Carrie realized that Hi was honest and temperate, one of the best guides in the region, and a good shot, and that he was steady working, logging in the winter, and a well paid guide during the summer; but—ah, there is always a but to a maiden’s affections—Carrie White’s mother had not been born in that sphere where she had spent twenty five years of her life. 7 GOH GoOOO ‘SS COLNT