Friday, Juno 28, 1940 SOUTHERN OREGON MINER OF © Frinì H. Spearman Items of Interest AROUND >h. HOUSE WNU Sarvic. to the Housewife Pillow cases should be ironed lengthwise to be entirely free of wrinkles. • • • Salt added to potatoes when nearly boiled insures their fiuki- ness and prevents them from go­ ing to pieces in the boiling proc­ ess. The yolk of sn egg mixed with warm water and used as you would soup will remove coffee stains. Hot sudsy water will quickly remove the yellow of the egg. “He’s | fire going to dry things. These asleep in half an hour, We'll go i Pardaloe steadied him. down together. And we must get nicked you, Henry; he's nicked I youngsters will freeze if we don’t get Don Alfredo, wealthy. Spanish owner between the Indians and the horses. you," cried the alarmed scout as I them dried out. Keep a sharp eye of a Southern California rancho, refuses If we can stampede the red devils his hand slipped in the blood of Bow­ • out for Indians, Ben. There may to heed several warnings of • raid by a be a deer in that timber across the e e e band of outlaw. Sierra Indians. One day they’ll make first thing for the ie's shoulder. after he has Anally decided to seek the horses. Take your deerskin strips. "Not too bad," gasped Bowie, , creek. I'll sneak over there myself Bananas should be ripened at protection of the nearby mission for his room temperature, never in the wife and family, the Indians strike. Don Simmie. we’ll have to wait till we staring wildly. “Get after the rest I as soon as we get the girls fixed up. Help me with this one. Simmie.” Alfredo is killed and his two young hear from you. Give us your sig­ of ’em. Ben! After ’em." refrigerator. They are ready for daughters are torn from the arms of nals now.'* "They’re cleaned out. They’ve Simmie handed the child to him. A few drops of glycerin added eating when they are bright yel­ the family's faithful maid. Monica, and run. but the varmints have got half Her eyes were closed. Bowie ex­ to the starch will make linens low nil over, with occasional “The owl," suggested Simmie. are carried away to the hills. Padre Pssqual. missionary friend of the fam­ “If it rains that’s no good." ob­ the ponies and the other half got amined her as he chafed her hands. brown spots. glossy. ily. arrives at the ruins of the ranch and jected Pardaloe. "Owls sing low away.” She seemed asleep. Overcome by learns the story of the raid from Monica. "What now?" exclaimed Bowie, the long strain of deadly fear and After a trying and difficult trip across when it rains ” the plains and mountains from Texas “So do rifles with priming pans,” enraged. "Have we got no horses?" extreme fatigue, wet and weary to California, youthful Henry Bowie, a "Only three that Simmie hobbled though she was, nature had asserted “But a Colt gun Texas adventurer, with his friends. Ben added Bowie. Pardaloe and Simmie. an Indian scout, works, wet or dry. And darkness before the panther jumped 'em.” itself. To awaken her now—to be sight the party of Indians who have "Panther?” snapped the be­ sure she wus only sleeping—he doesn't help bows and arrows any.” carried off the two little girls. Going over every angle of the wildered Texan. chafed her temples. Pardaloe. fol­ "That’s what started the row." lowing instructions. did the same coming encounter, and with Bowie CHAPTER III—Continued Bowie turned from the fire. He for his charge. The younger girl giving directions as to how to meet every emergency he could think of. stumbled over something lying at began to sob faintly—as if all "Now. Henry,” cautioned the scout the Texans slowly and cautiously his feet. strength had already been spent in as the three walked through the walked down the long ridge that led "It’s a prisoner," he exclaimed. anxiety and tears. The sobbing pines, “don’t go too fast If them toward the Indian camp. The sky "And there’s the other.” awakened her older sister, who slow­ Injuns are cannibals they'd just as was already overcast, and the short He bent down and inspected the ly opened her eyes. and. as he bent lief eat us as they would the other southern twilight soon plunged the nearest captive lying trussed like a over her. she looked into Bowie's fellows . . . How many did you say canyon into black night, relieved wild animal. Bowie felt the body— face. they was, Simmie?” only by the two fires burning in there was breath and warmth. In spite of himself, he aturtcd. "Around fifty; maybe a few mid-camp. Reaching a hiding point “Take care of the other. Ben.” he The child's eyes were dark, large, more.” close behind the horses but over­ said, drawing his hunting knife. gentle, yet they came as a shock. "Never mind the few. Fifty is looking the camp and well within “The wrists are tied so tight the In a brief confusion he could only plenty and we—three!” sound of its voices. Bowie and Parda­ flesh has swollen over the things.” realize that he had never seen such "Don’t worry. Ben,” counseled loe disposed themselves behind a Working with care, he managed eyes. They rested on him for only Bowie. "They haven’t got us yet." rock whence they could spring in­ to cut the thongs from the tortured a moment, then their tranquil light The three Texans were seasoned stantly into action. The half-breed I wrists. The ankles were as bad. changed to dread, and as they in tracking and scouting. Pursuing stole stealthily away and was at He snipped the rawhide strips that closed on the face bent above her their long way down the canyon, once lost in the darkness. , pinioned the arms and legs and tears rolled from under the long they scattered when nearing the war Rain borne in on a west wind lashes. He placed her so she could party and. after appointing a ren­ was beginning to spit, and the twain sit partially upright with her back dezvous, disposed themselves so in hiding covered their rifle pans against a small sycamore. that each could best scout for him­ with the skirts of their buckskin jack­ He worked so long with his charge self the camp’s activities. ets. To await in the secrecy of that Pardaloe became impatient After a time Bowie reached the night a concerted signal; to attune and. priming his rifle afresh, started rendezvous first. Pardaloe straggled the ears to painful alertness while off after something for breakfast. cautiously in with Simmie just be­ trying to strain out the murmur of Despite the savagely cruel treat­ hind him. human voices, lest the soft coo of ment of the child, the ravages of “Simmie’s right,” murmured the false owl be lost; to watch with distress and weeping, the frock in Bowie. "They have two bound pris­ straining eyes every move of the disarray, the disheveled hair, the oners. They must be saved before milling savages as they threw them­ scratched and bruised legs and they're knocked in the head.” selves down to sleep—all of this arms, the features pitifully streaked The Cr^?k was not hopeful. “One kept the two Texans pitched high with soil and caked with tears, of ’em tried to set up. An Injun in anxiety. An hour must still pass something told Bowie that thia MADE BY KELLOGGS IN BATTLE CREEK knocked him right over." before Simmie could act, and it youngster was not a common waif. "Well, boys. I don't know how you passed fearfully slowly. Pardaloe came out of the chapar­ feel.” said Bowie, "but I’m not go­ Finally Pardaloe muttered. ral with a doe alung over hia shoul­ ing to let these redskins eat two Friendship of Children Aim la First “What’s happened to Simmie?” der. and while Simmie started a white folks. I'm going into them." The art of a thing is, first. Its Better to be driven out from “I don't know what has happened fire. Bowie rummaged some of the “You'll never come out, Henry.” aim, and, next, its manner of ac­ among men than to be disliked of to Simmie. but something has hap­ Spanish loot recovered from the war predicted the scout. children.—Dana. pened to the horses.” whispered party. It had been carried tn a complishment.—Bovee. “Maybe no, maybe yes. Who can Bowie. "Listen!” buckskin bag, and in this he found a tell? What do you say. Ben?” The neigh of a pony caused the large mug. curiously chased, and “I say steal a tew ponies and exclamation. An answering tram­ from the brawling stream below the make fast tracks away from the pling and million of the horses de­ camp he brought good water. varmints.” clared trouble to the ears of Bowie He had left the younger of the “How do you feel, Simmie?” and his scout But what was it all girls lying on the ground near the The half-breed grinned. “I say about? Before such a question could elder. On his return he found the what you say.” be asked the crack of a pistol in­ younger lying with her head in the "Want to go in with us, Ben?” stead of the coo of an owl caused lap of the elder, and he imagined asked Bowie. the two to spring to their feet The them sisters. "Bound to go. are you. Henry?" camp was already stirring. The Texans were seasoned tn But what surprised him most was “I am.” “Hold your fire,” ordered Bowie tracking and scouting. the expression of deadly fear in the The scout shifted his empty cheeks in an undertone. "Get in front of eyes of the elder girl as he walked around mournfully on an imaginary the horses, quick." The two scram­ turned the captive's face toward the toward her, bolding the cup of wa­ quid. "Well, I enlisted for the ex- fire. bled hastily to the position they ter in his hand. When she saw him pedish, Henry. Guess I’m under “It’s a child!” he exclaimed. wanted and threw their rifles to their approaching she quickly drew the orders." "So’s this one,” announced Parda­ shoulders. “Take the second fellow- little sister closer to her breast as They discussed rapidly one plan loe a few feet away. up." shouted Bowie, ‘Til get the of attack after another. All agreed Bowie shook his prisoner gently if suspecting an effort to part them. first." The two rifles cracked al- Bowie smiled to show his friend­ that the important thing for their and spoke. There was no response. most together. Natica N d s liness: the gesture meant nothing to own welfare was a supply of horses. Yet the prisoner was breathing. He “Yell!” cried Bowie to Pardaloe. the frightened stranger. With every To take but a few of these would More* Vi l imin', turned the head for close inspec­ setting a fine example himself. be to invite the savages’ pursuit. “It’s a white child. This step he took her pitiful dread in­ Simmie ran up from behind. With tion. creased. When he bent down on one The bunch, Bowie declared, must and Minerals an earsplitting ferocity he raised war party hasn't come from an In­ knee and held out the water she be stampeded in the melee. dian fight. They ’ ve raided a rancho his own voice. The Indians now grew hysterical, closed her eyes “But if you stampede the ponies,” came on the dead run for the horses, . . . What's your name?” He spoke tight and turned her head away. said Pardaloe, “who’s going to catch to the captive. A pair of large dark brandishing tomahawks. The war­ He laughed and spoke. “Don't be ’em? We ll be footin’ it again." riors were met by the bullets from eyes stared in silent fear at him. afraid. This is only water for you “The only way to cover that,” He felt the clothing His hand two pistols and the revolver. The to drink.” Bowie continued, "would be for Sim­ onslaught of the Indians proved dis­ grasped a skirt. “By heaven. Ben. The words drew no response. “Of mie to sneak in and hobble five of astrous to themselves. Simmie I believe it's a girl.” course.” he said to himself, “she those saddled horses before the “ Same here, ” said Pardaloe. jumped into action with his hatchet, alarm’s given.” “So.” said Bowie quietly, "that knows no English. What can I do?” seconded by the fire of bis com­ The panic-stricken child would not "Henry's got it all laid out, Sim- was their game. They’ve killed the panions. The savages recoiled. look up. Bowie perceived it must be mie,” commented Ben Pardaloe Bowie, dodging hatchets as best he rest and carried off two girls . . . a trial of endurance. While Simmie skeptically. What's your name? ” he asked as he “I don't think so much of an ad- could, ran in to where the captives chafed the swollen wrists. ‘Tell me and Pardaloe were roasting the sad­ dle of venison at the fire Bowie sat vance stampede,” admitted Bowie. lay. Here three warriors stood their where you live.” in front of the girls, watching them "If we clean out the Indians we’ll ground and attacked him. Bowie, There was no answer. Efforts to clubbing his empty rifle, laid about take their horses. If they clean us make the other child speak were and thinking. After a time he looked toward his older charge. She was out we shan’t need horses. I’m de­ him. The long, heavy steel bar equally fruitless. stealing a glance at him. “Why be pending on the night surprise and made a formidable weapon. “Well, we’ve got to get away They, were fighting in the fitful afraid?” he asked very softly. "We the gunfire—and the old Texas yell from here,” said Bowie finally. are your friends. —long and loud. There’s a moon light of the campfires, sputtering “These girls may be Indian, but I now in the falling rain. Swinging "This”—he pointed to the cup— tonight. But if signs are any good don't believe it Here comes Sim­ “is water. See!” He held the cup to there’s a better prospect for rain the rifle fast and sweeping it in mie with the horses." he added furious half circles, bringing it vi­ his lips, drank a little and poured a than moonlight.” “These birds will be after us at day­ little on the ground. "That suits me,” grinned the ciously down on heads and shoul­ break. Let's get going. ” ders and dancing about as he dodged Some advantage, he perceived, Creek The Texans were in strange coun­ had been gained; she no longer “Well, just what have we got to tomahawks, Bowie had bis hands try, but they were old in frontier averted her head but timidly full. fight with?” asked Pardaloe. ways, and they let the horses jog watched him. Yet every time he He was holding his own against “Enough.” said Bowie. "I’ve got along, confident that they would get held out the cup she turned her my rifle and knife and my Colt spin­ odds when the chief directly facing them out of the mountains, through face. He could only laugh and keep ner. Ben, you’ve got your rifle, him, seeing the fight was going the foothills and to open country if trying; she was equally persistent pistol and knife. Simmie’s got the against him with one of his men on Note the benefits of delicious oranges they were let alone. the ground and the other swaying in refusing. same. That’s eleven shots before Much to the relief of the refugees, drunkenly on his knees, sprang Smiling. Bowie called to Simmie, Government nutritionists say: Fully half our families get too few using the knives. Simmie’s good the rain clouds scattered at day­ “Slice off a little strip of that veni- for eight or ten men himself, Let’s back, flung his tomahawk at Bow vitamins and minerals to enjoy the best of health! So make ityaar ie’s head, and quickly fitted an ar break. The air was clear and chill. son and bring it here, Simmie. Per­ go.” family rule to enjoy oranges every day. row to his bow which was slung The men saw dimly before them, as haps it’s hunger she feels.” ust peel and eat them for grand summer refreshment. Or keep from his sboulder. The hatchet, as tar as the eye could reach, a rolling Again he suffered defeat She CHAPTER IV ig pitcher full of fresh orangeade handy. Bowie ducked, caught him on the country and, rising out of the morn­ would have none of the roasted meat ing shadows on the western horizon, held temptingly before her on the shoulder. An »-ounce glass of juice gives you aU the vitamin C you nor­ To attack a victorious war party mally need each day. Also adds vitamin! A, Bi and G, and the Despite the hard crack the Texan a vast expanse of sea. point of a stout twig. Bowie took a of fifty-odd Indians would have ran in. The Indian, a man of great Bowie shouted and pointed, “The little bite of the meat himself to minerals faJtium, phoiphcrm and inn. seemed a mad undertaking, even a size and strength, wearing a neck­ ocean, boys! The Pacific! It’s Cali- prove it was good. No signs, ges­ This summer the wonderfully juicy California oranges are nlenti- century ago, to any but Texan fron­ lace of bear claws, fought the white fornia!” tures or supplications moved his ful in aU lizn. Those stamped ■'Sunkist'’on the skin are Batftrjnitt tiersmen — men who took long man with his hands. In this savage There was less enthusiasm from stubborn captive. and Evtrj mt/ Order them today. chances and relied chiefly on wit Bowie realized that he had met his his comrades. Simmie grinned be­ Discouraged and annoyed, Bowie Copyright, 1940, California Frail Crawrrr Kirhaaga and resource to meet an emergency. cause he was pleased with what ­ match. Almost instantly he found walked down to where Pardaloe was But these three men, two of them, his injured right arm in the Indian's ever pleased everybody. Pardaloe finishing his ample venison break­ at least, young in years though vet­ grasp, with iron fingers clutching stared vacantly. His ponderous jaws fast. “Come over here. Ben,” said erans in frontier fighting, canvassed at his throat and a second tomahawk moved slowly and spasmodically on Bowie testily. "See whether you the situation pretty thoroughly in upraised. While he struggled to free an imaginary chew of tobacco. can make this girl eat or drink. I their discussion. The Indians would "Ben, you don’t seem enthusiastic can't do a thing with her.” himself, his wind cut completely off. never have stopped to camp in mid­ he was reduced in the fierce strug­ over the new country,” said Bowie. The efforts of the tall awkward afternoon had they not been sure gle to one defense. With a ferocious “Man alive, don’t you know you’re scout to make an impression were that they were safe from further kick born of desperation the choking now in the land of plenty? That more spectacular but not more suc- pursuit. They had chosen a spot man caught his enemy below the you’re where Dan’l Boone wanted to cessful. His antics drew laughs easily defended and were evidently belly and at the same time threw lay his bones? Where you’ll see Kit from his companions but the child giving themselves a rest to gorge himself violently backward on the Carson after a while.” only quailed. a big supper. “Kit Carson?” echoed Pardaloe. ground, landing his enemy in the “She thinks you're crazy, Ben,” “You can see, Ben,” said Bowie embers of the nearest fire. “Himself. He's out here some- murmured Simmie appraisingly. to brace up his scout, "these devils Screaming with pain, the savage wheres.” "Hold on, boys,” exclaimed Bow­ have been chased hard. They think still clung to the choking Texan, “Not nigh so much of a man as ie suddenly. "I'll bet I’ve got the it’s al) over—they think they’re safe. but, managing to grip his bowie bis brother,” declared Pardaloe cas- key to this puzzle. Stand away." A good noise and some shooting knife before he lost consciousness, ually. “Where you going to camp, He picked up the cup of water, will scare them to death. We Bowie plunged it into his enemy’s Henry? I’m hungry and cold enough looked intently at the child whose couldn’t pick a better time. All I back in time to loosen the deadly to eat tanbark.” They were follow­ searching eyes were fixed on his Th" adTTr!i,wr ««suree us that his goods want is to get bold of those two fingers from his windpipe. Parda­ ing the course of a creek and chose own, and, holding out the cup, made ... «k w j ok i j v i ar