Illinois Valley News, Thursday, November 13, 1941
Pane Six
Little Girl Will Love
A Lovely Bride Doll
INSTALLMENT SIX
TUE STORY SO FAR: Bound tor the
Cklboneamsu told rountry, »11 men loti
the Ir Uvea on the Nottaway river. Red
Maloae, Garrett Finlay, brother of one
of the all, and Blatte, half breed guide,
arrive at Nottaway potine • • »urveyor».
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When Blaise had finished Finlay
looked hard at Malone across the
fire. “How does that strike you?"
he asked.
“So far as I'm concerned," said
Red, driving a fist like stone into his
cupped hand, “I’d like to get this
white-haired beauty, now. Set a trap
for him and finish hurl right here.
It’s got to be sometime, why not
tonight?”
Finlay shook his head. “Not yet.
Red! You forget it’s Isadore we’re
after. I want to talk to Waswanipi
Indians first who must have met Bob
•nd, later, seen his smashed ca
noe. We're leaving now for the head
of the lake.”
“I guess you're right, boss. We
want that evidence first.”
“What’s your idea, Blaise?” asked
Garry.
•
Brassard drew deeply on his pipe
before he answered: “At flshin’
camp at head of de lake is dat Mon-
tagnais treaty chief dey call Pierre
Wabistan, de Injun on Matagami
tell us about. Dose fallar here to
night say he have moch trouble at
de spring trade wid Tete-Blanche.
We have talk wid him.”
“That's our man. Red!” cried
Garry. “Did you ask these Indians
about the men lost on the Waswanipi
River, Blaise?”
“Ah-hah! Dey say Pierre Wabi
stan have story to tell about dat.”
“They knew nothing, them
selves?”
“No, dey say talk wid Pierre.”
“You bet we will! All right, let's
go! We'll leave a nice fire for Tete-
Blanche to warm his hands on.”
Through the night the rhythmical
•’churn-swish,
churn-swish,”
of
three maple blades drove the Peter-
boro up the lake. At last, when the
eastern hills were rimmed with fire
the canoe headed Inshore and the
tired crew cooked a meal and slept.
Far in the distance, like battleships
at anchor, the islands off the tnouth
of the Waswanipi hung above the
windless mirror, reflecting the green
ridges of the shores.
Finlay receives an anonymous letter
suggestinf that the sis men were not
drowned as reported. Sut^clon prevails
that Isadore, rich fur man, has mads a
gold strike and alms to keep prospectors
out nt the country at any cost. The three
men start out on the Nottaway, despite
warnings. They escape an ambush pre
pared for them and continue toward the
Hudson's Bay post. Finlay and Malone
visit Isadore. They later learn that Isa
dora’s men will soon attempt to kill them.
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four who died. Did you see them?"
“No.”
“Those you saw last year were
young?”
"Too young to die!”
“They were shot?”
“Dey were shot—den broken by
rocks w'en dey pass t’ru whitewa
ter.”
Finlay sucked in a deep breath
with a pain that searched his heart.
Reading the face of his friend.
Blaise addressed Wabistan in Cree
on the chance that the old man
might answer the bold question
more frankly in his native tongue'.
“Why does this Tete-Blanche shoot
white men from their canoe?”
Wabistan's face reflected no sur
prise. “Tete-Blanche tells the peo
ple white men who hunt gold shall
come to this country,” he replied in
Montagnais.
“It is the Indian's
country and the Indian's gold.”
“Why does he say that?”
“Becan e he fears that the white
men will go away and tell what
they see.”
Blaise interpreted the startling re
ply-
“Ask him if it's gold on the sand
bars of the river Isadore wishes to
hide from the white man,” suggest
ed Garry.
“I have never seen gold," de
murred the old man.
Garry met Red's incredulous eyes.
“Then ask him, Blaise, what it is
“A little man held the torch in
the bow?”
“Yes, a small man.”
“It was Tetu, his shadow, who
obeys him like a dog—even to kill
ing those he hates.” Wabistan
kicked at a pebble with his mocca
sin, then he lifted a face seamed
with the hate that glowed in his
eyes. “Iste! Tete-Blanche is hunt
ing you,” he said in Montagnais.
“and he comes here to find Kine-
bik, the wabeno, who is my enemy.”
“He is a conjuror, this Kinebik?”
The old Indian laughed. “Kine
bik, the Serpent, is a false shaman.
Tete-Blanche uses him to put fear
into the hearts of the foolish ones
who listen to his medicine. He tells
LET THE GOBBLER STRUT ITS STUFF!
my people he talks with spirits.”
(See Recipes Below)
Blaise interpreted Wabistan’s re
marks to his friends. “But Wabi
THANKSGIVING
stan is treaty-chief and the Montag
THIS WEEK’S MENU
nais will not listen to Kinebik,” de
This holiday is ours! As you bustle
murred Finlay.
about and plan this year's Thanks
•Oyster Stew
Croutons
Wabistan turned to Finlay and his
giving dinner, re
•Roast Turkey
breath hissed through his teeth.
member this is
•Sausage Stuffing
“There are many who will listen!
the day we give
•Cranberry Orange Relish
There is trouble among my people!”
our thanks for the
•Sweet Potato Puff
bounteous harvest
“Where is this wabeno, Kinebik,
•Brussels Sprouts
of the year, for
now?” asked Blaise in Cree.
•Hot Rolls
the peace and the
Celery Curls
Pickled Beets
“He hides somewhere in the is
prosperity, singu
•Pumpkin or Mincemeat Tarts
lands from my sons.”
larly ours. Re
Hot Coffee
“You are hunting him?”
f* gw » à member, too, and
•Recipe Given
“Enh-enh! Yes!” The old Indian
cherish the fore
glared savagely into Brassard's
sight
of
the
Pilgrims
who had the
square face. “This Tete-Blanche will
Salt and pepper
ruin the Montagnais! He gives them courage to start carving out this
% cup milk or Vi cup evaporated
whiskey to steal their fur. He has land of ours!
milk and Vi cup water
Yer this holiday is ours, so let
come to the head of the lake to
It
be
filled
w
’
ith
the
spirit
of
the
day
Add
the melted fat. seasonings and
find you. He is Isadore's neshiwed,
and wholehearted thanks.
milk to the potatoes. Beat the egg
his killer.”
Some foods are synonymous with separately, add yolk first and fold
Brassard's slits of eyes glittered.
His moment had come.
“Tete- Thanksgiving without which the day in white to the potato. Place in a
Blanche will not return to Isadore!” wouldn’t be complete, but don't get buttered casserole dish, set in a
He seized Wabistan's bony hand. ' into a rut about having the same pan containing hot water and bake
"He is your enemy! He is our ene dinner every year, vary the trim 15 to 50 minutes at 375 degrees un
my! We are brothers! You and your mings a bit and fascinate the family. til light and puffy. Marshmallows
sons will lead us to the grave of the
Thin wisps of croutons will in may be placed on top of casserole
white men who you say were shot on trigue if you serve them in the oy during last 7 minutes of baking time.
With all the soft food of the meal,
the river last year. Then we will ster stew.
you'll want something crispy and
•Oyster Stew.
hunt Tete-Blanche and Kinebik.
tart as a relish.
When we find them Wabistan will
(Serves 6 to 8)
again be happy.”
•Cranberry-Orange Relish.
1 pint oysters
4 tablespoons butter
(Serves 12)
With growing wonder, Finlay and
1 quart milk
2 cups cranberries, cleaned, washed
Malone watched Blaise draw his
2 orates, whole
Salt and pepper
knife. Facing the chief he stiffened,
raised the knife and touched the
Put cleaned oysters, oyster liquor 1 cup sugar
Grind all the fruit together by put
steel hilt to his forehead. Straight strained, butter and seasonings in a
as a spruce, his burning eyes on saucepan and simmer gcfftly until ting through a coarse food grinder.
Brassard's solemn face, Wabistan oysters curl at the edges. Heat the Mix the ground fruit with sugar
drew his own knife and repeated milk, add to the oysters and serve and let stand about an hour before
serving.
the ceremony. Then the hands of at once.
the two joined over their crossed
•Brussels Sprouts.
Has the family become a trifle
knife blades in consummation of the weary of your old stuffing? Then
Brussels sprouts lend a bright
Montagnais oath of brotherhood in try this savory
touch of green when served plain
a common cause.
with butter or crumbled, cooked
new one with
Blaise rapidly interpreted his talk yummy sausage
chestnuts. Pick the dead leaves off
with Wabistan and Ute two white flavoring
the sprouts, then soak them in cold
which
men took the oath with the old chief is right at home
salted water for
hour. Wash and
and his sons.
put in boiling water and let cook
with either tur
until just tender about 15 to 17 min
The following day a Peterboro and key, goose, duck
utes. Drain, reheat, and serve after
two birch barks entered the mouth or chicken. The
of the Waswanipi River. In their sausage stuffing will do a proud job seasoning.
rear, on either shore, traveled a son with stuffed veal, pork or shoulder
•Magic Yeast Rolls.
of the chief to watch for following of lamb:
3 cups bread flour
canoes and a possible ambush. Three
•Sausage Stuffing.
1 teaspoon salt
days of poling. tracking and carry
(Makes € cups)
V4 cup butter
ing around rapids brought them to
4 cups sotf bread crumbs
3 eggs
the roaring mile of falls, chutes and
1 teaspoon vanilla
*3 cup butter
boiling reaches climaxing in the
3 tablespoons chopped onion
tj cup sugar (rolled in later)
Frying Pan. the white chaos which
H teaspoon salt
1 tablespoon sugar
gave the rapids its name. After a
1 cup chopped nuts
Pepper
search in the birch scrub of the
teaspoon sage or thyme
Vi cup milk
high shore Wabistan raised his hand.
>3 cup chopped celery
V« cup hot water
"It is here.” he called, “the grave!"
2 cups sausage in the bulk
2 packages granular yeast
Melt butter, add onion and cook
Rid glanced at Finlay's bitter
Sift flour. Add to lVi cups of
face. “It will be hard. Garry, to see until it becomes yellow Add bread flour the salt and shortening. Com
him now. You'd better leave it to crumbs mixed with seasonings. Mix bine as for pie crust. Combine milk
in chopped celery and sausage. Cook and hot water. When luke-warm,
Blaise and me.”
"You can't identify him! They'll 2 minutes, stirring constantly.
add yeast and 1 tablespoon sugar.
•Turkey.
want to know, back home, that I
Combine with first mixture: beat
Small birds are allowed 25 to 30 until smooth. Cover and let stand
saw him. I've got to see the evi
minutes per pound for baking, large 20 minutes. Add eggs, vanilla and
dence that he was shot."
Red nodded and Finlay joined birds. 22 to 25 minutes per pound. the rest of the flour. Stir until it
Blaise and Wabistan beside a heap Your oven should be set at 325 to becomes a smooth, sticky dough,
of small boulders. "The carcajou 350 degrees.
but stiff. Tie dough into a clean
•Sweet Potato I’uff.
let dem sleep," said the Indian. "De
cloth (wring out in cold water first).
(Serves 10 to 12)
rock too heavy to move!”
Drop in a pail of cool water. In an
4 cups mashed sweet potato
hour the dough will rise to the top.
While they removed the boulders
2 tablespoons fat
protecting the shallow grave. Finlay
Remove and turn on • platter and
1 egg
was tortured with memories of the
cut into pieces the size of an egg.
younger brother who had come so
Roll in sugar and nut mixture Twist
into figure eights Shape and turn
far to die The year previous he had
LYNN SAYS'
onto a greased pan. Let stand 5
received a letter from Bob that he
minutes and bake 10 minutes at 425
had decided to join the Chibouga-
To clean the turkey, singe it
degrees F.
mau gold rush, with a partner, the
first, then remove the pin feath
following summer That was all. Bob
Remember how mother used to
ers w ith tweezers Scrub the out
had left North Bay and the family
make her pumpkin pie and tarts the
side with water.
The inside
had had a post card from Nottaway
day before and
should be wiped with a damp
announcing that they had decided
how good they al
cloth
If there is any foreign
to take the Waswanipi Trail. That
ways tasted after
odor, a half teaspoon of baking
had been the last of Bob Finlay.
they stood in the
soda may be added to the water
The rut le.-s North had swallowed
cool pantry over
with
which
the turkey
is
him No word of his fate had reached
night?
Why not
scrubbed
the waiting father and mother at
try it this time?
Allow 1 pound of turkey to each
North Bay until there had come
It'll save you a
person. Allow 1 cup of stuffing to
the anonymous letter Garry carried
great deal of fuss
each pound of turkey. When
in his wallet, with its sinister final
on the big day it
stuffing, be sure to put some in
sentence. “I don't believe these six
self besides giving the tarts a
the neck for this will give the
men were drowned."
chance to mellow and ripen for ex
bird a good full shape. Fasten
tra good flavor.
The man who had written that
the skin from the neck to the
letter had guessed only too well.
•Pumpkin Filling.
back. Stuff the cavity but do not
Following this it had taken weeks
(Makes 1 large pie or 10 to 12 tarts)
pack since dressing swells.
of wire-pulling for Finlay to obtain
I1? cups prepared pumpkin
For good roasting and easier
from his superiors the Nottaway as carving truss the bird, by insert
<3 cup brown sugar
signment for himself and Malone.
1 teaspoon cinnamon
ing a long needle through breast
But in the end the letter from the
H teaspoon ginger
through rib at the base of the
unknown writer had brought it about
1 teaspoon salt
thigh. Draw the cord through
and they had received their orders.
2 eggs
and bring the string across by
Shortly Malone stood beside the
lb cups milk
pulling the cord through the open
man whose brooding eyes were on
For fresh pumpkin, steam or bake
ings formed by folding the wings
the rock-scarred rapids below him.
until soft, and put through ■ soil
triangulaily onto the back. Tie
"Garry!”
Add remaining ir.gred.ents in order
the cords
"Yes."
given. Turn into crust lined pie
Insert the needle through the
• "They shot them. The change tn
tin or tart pans and bake first tn a
drumstick joints, bring the cord
him it's going to be hard for you,
very hot (450 degrees) oven, then
around the tail, through the back
Garry ”
reduce temperature to 325 degrees
bone. and tie securely Remove
“I've got to see him!”
•nd bake 25 minutes
cord before serving.
CHAPTER VI
Camped on the islands the Mon-
tagnais who, in winter, hunted the
hinterlands, lived through the short
summer on their gill-nets and stur
geon spears.
“Where did they say Pierre Wa
bistan is camped, Blaise?” asked
Garry, on the following afternoon,
as the Petcrboro approached the
maze of islands.
“On islán' wid big boulder.”
As the canoe passed the Ashing
camps where lines of ripples thrust
ing from points of shore marked the
wood floats of gill-nets set for pike,
dore and whitefish, it was hailed by
men sprawled in the warm sun in
front of caribou-skin tepees.
An oldish Indian with the eyes
and hooked beak of an eagle waited
with three young men as the canoe
slid in to the stony beach of an
island marked by a huge boulder.
“Kekway!” greeted Blaise, shak
ing hands with the four Montag-
nais. “Where is Chief Wabistan?”
he asked in Cree.
The old man replied in English:
“You look in his face.” His darting
eyes covered Blaise, Garry and Red
in turn, from hair to moccasins.
“We come to make picture of de
lake for de Faders in Ottawa.” said
Blaise. “We wish to make talk wid
you ’’
Wabistan nodded, m*a luring Fin
lay in a long stare as if probing for
hit thoughts. Then he said: “You
• re brave man to come here."
“Why do you say that?” demand
ed Garry.
“Mance white man die on Was
wanipi River!"
“The man I'm after!” thought
Garry. Then he said "l et us smoke
• nd take council, Chief Wabistan.
We need two catiocmen. Will your
•ons go with us?"
The young Montagnais looked
doubtfully at their father's impas
sive face. Garry glanced at Blaise
but Brassard's features were ns Im
mutable as stone. He handed each
of the Indians a plug of Hudson's
Bay nigger-head and they squatted
on their heels and filled their pipes.
Finlay struck a match, lit Wabi-
stan's pipe, then his own and, after
an interval of pulling, asked: “What
killed the white men you say died?”
Wabistan's narrowed eyes focused
on a distant island In his face was
no trace of humor as he said: “Ver'
strange bug keel dem.”
Finlay caught Red's surprised look
■ s the Indian c t tinued. “Eet fly
more quick dan duck hawk and it
sting more deep dan otjewek. de
deer-fly.” The old man's gaze hung
to the island. The faces of his sons
were glazed with awe
“And It starts to fly with a loud
noise,”
added
Finlay.
gazing
straight before him.
“Yes. as the ice splits wid cold."
"You saw the white men who died
last summer?” Fearing to break the
spell. Finlay still avoided Wabistan's
•yes.
"Two bodies 1 saw below de Fry
ing Pan on de Waewanipl "
"The yew before that there were
An oldish Indian with the eyes
and hooked beak of an eagle
waited.
that Isadore hides from the white
men.” he prompted.
“He say,” interpreted Blaise, "if
we wait here ontil de 'Moon when
de Bird fly affair de Moult’ we see
strange t'ing. More he will not say
now.”
"August,” said Finlay. "We will
wait." He rose and gripped Wabi
stan's bony hand
“You hate Isa-
dore and Tete-Blanche?”
The eyes of the Indian glittered
with a look as feral as a wolverine's.
His face worked with his wrath
“Tete-Blanche and Wabistan are
like wolf and carcajou! Some day
de wolf will feel de carcajou's
claw!”
“Good!” thought Garry.
“We
need him. But what can it be Isa
dore doesn't want seen by white
men?"
That night the water around the
islands seemed alive with giant
glowworms as tbe torches of the
Montagnais flared and ladl'd while
their canoes patrolled the bars
where the sturgeon lay. To add
to the food supply the Petcrboro
joined the bii ch-barks.
Five of the great fish lay In the
canoe when their last torch sput
tered and du d. Finlay was easuig
tlie boat toward camp while Red
and Blaise smoked when, from the
shadows, the wraith of a canoe
moved across their bows and a
torch held bj a short, crouching fig
ure. burst into flame. In the stern
paddled a nfnn with white hair.
The canoe moved on and, as a
sponge wipes a slate, the murk blot
ted out the white-hnired paddler.
"He's on our trail!” whispered
Malone.
"Yes," answered Garry. 'Tetc-
; Blanche and his wolves are on our
trail.”
“Why not go after him and settle
I if”
“No! We’ve got other work to do
' first.”
t u tri i K t II
At daylight Finlay was at Wabi
stan's skin tepee, rhe bedlam of
his yelping dogs brought the treaty
chief from fl is blanket.
"Tete-Blanche is here!” an
nounced Blaise “Somewhere in the
islands!”
"He has followed you? How do
you know?"
“Last night we saw him when a
torch flared in a canoe.”
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