THE REGISTER

THURSDAY, OCTOBER 10, 1912

What an Indian Will do for a Friend.

James Oliver Curwood, author of the novel, "Flower of the North," tells the following story in support of his claim that the unsophisticated Indian is the best friend on earth. When traveling from the Barren Lands Mr. Curwood and an Indian hunter, Mukoki, whose life he had once saved, came across the skeleton of a fine moose, the author expressed his regret that they were too heavily laden to carry the magnificent antlers back with them. Months later a package arrived for Mr. Curwood in the Detroit custom house. In it were the horns cut from the moose. Mukoki had traveled back two hundred miles into the wilderness with dogs and sledge to do this favor for a friend. – Harper’s Bazar.


(same issue, same page ... Phil)

Vision of Dreamy Summer.

And from aloft, overhead, were waving to and fro poplars and elms; and near by a sacred stream kept murmuring as it flowed from a cavern of the Nymphs, and the bright cicadas on the shady branches kept laboriously chirping; while in the distance, amidst the thick thorn bushes, the thrush was warbling. Tufted larks and gold finches were singing; the turtle dove was cooing; tawny bees were humming round about the fountains. Everything was redolent of golden summer and redolent of fruit time. Pears were at our feet and by our sides; apples were rolling for us in abundance, and the boughs hung plentifully weighted down to the ground with damsons – Theocritus.


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