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Title: Western field
Year: 1902 (1900s)
Authors: Olympic Club (San Francisco, Calif.) California Game and Fish Protective Associations
Subjects: Olympic Club (San Francisco, Calif.) California Game and Fish Protectice Associations Sports
Publisher: San Francisco
Contributing Library: San Francisco Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: San Francisco Public Library

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couldhave talked the lingo, but even then Id hadno chance with you, fer courtin is shoreyour forte. I laughed and said a word or two ofencouragement to Bill, but all the same Iwas uneasy. I felt that the woman waswith us for something that boded us nogood. At last the cold weather broke. We awokeone morning to find a warm chinook blow-ing, the snow had nearly all disappearedand little streamlets of water were runningdown the coulies. After breakfast we turnedthe horses out, Allison going to herd them.It was too sloppy to visit our beaver traps,so Bill and I remained at home. It waspleasant to go out once more and potterabout the place in our shirt sleeves and feelthat balmy warm wind blowing. Bill stayedclose to the fire place—and the woman—allday. While I was getting dinner I heardhim pleading with her to marry him, andher repeated answer: I do not know; I cannot say; you must talk with my father andmother about it. She was certainly non-committal. THE PACIFIC COAST MAGAZINE 197
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WHERE THE INDIANS HAD CAMPED. We retired early that evening. Bill hadpartly made up his mind to start with thegirl next morning for the camp of her peo-ple, somewhere beyond the Yellowstone. Iam always a light sleeper. About midnightI awoke, fancying that I heard a commotionamong the horses in the corral, of which, asI have said, our building formed one side.I got up and struck a light and glancedover at the door jamb where we always hungthe key of the corral gate, it was gone IThe door remained barred. I thought of thewoman, and ran with the light into thestoreroom; there I found a little mound ofearth by the north wall; she haa tunneledunder the bottom log and gone. In lesstime than it takes to tell it I had draggedBill and Allison out of their bunks, ontotheir feet—and of course they came downrifles in hand. The horses, 1 whispered,as I unbarred the door. Maybe were toolate. We ran out into the bright moon-light and around the corner of the building.The corral gate was open. The

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