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Where Northern Lights Come Down O' Nights

From: Pardners

The Mission House at Togiak stands forlornly on a wind-swept Alaskan
spit, while huddled around it a swarm of dirt-covered "igloos" grovel
in an ecstacy of abasement.

Many natives crawled out of these and stared across the bay as down a
gully came an Arctic caravan, men and dogs, black against, the deadly
whiteness. Ahead swung the guide, straddling awkwardly on his five
foot webs, while the straining pack pattered at his heels. Big
George, the driver, urged them with strong words, idioms of the
Northland, and his long whip bit sharply at their legs.

His companion, clinging to the sled, stumbled now and then, while his
face, splitting from the snap of the frost, was smothered in a
muffler. Sometimes he fell, plunging into the snow, rising
painfully, and groaning with the misery of "snow-blindness."

"Most there now. Cap, keep up your grit."

"I'm all right," answered the afflicted man, wearily. "Don't mind

George, too, had suffered from the sheen of the unbroken whiteness,
and, while his eyes had not wholly closed, he saw but dimly. His
cheeks were grease-smeared, and blackened with charred wood to break
the snow-glare, but through his mask showed signs of suffering, while
his blood-shot eyes dripped scalding tears and throbbed
distressfully. For days he had not dared to lose sight of the guide.
Once he had caught him sneaking the dogs away, and he feared he had
killed the man for a time. Now Jaska broke trail ahead, his sullen,
swollen features baleful in their injury.

Down the steep bank they slid, across the humped up sea ice at the
river mouth and into the village.

At the greeting of their guide to his tribesmen, George started.
Twelve years of coast life had taught him the dialect from Point
Barrow south, and he glanced at Captain to find whether he, too, had
heard the message. As Jaska handed a talisman to the chief he strode
to him and snatched it.

"Oho! It's Father Orloff, is it? D---- him!" He gazed at the
token, a white spruce chip with strange marks and carvings.

"What does it mean, George?" said the blind man.

"It's a long story, Charlie, and black. You should have known it
before we started. I'm a marked man in this coast country. It's
Orloff's work, the renegade. 'Father,' he calls himself. Father to
these devils he rules and robs for himself in the name of the Church.
His hate is bitter, and he'd have my life if these watery-livered
curs didn't dread the sound of my voice. God help him when we meet."

He shook his hairy claws at the hostile circle, then cried to the
chief in the native tongue:--

"Oh, Shaman! We come bleeding and weary. Hunger grips us and our
bones are stiff with frost. The light is gone from my brother's eyes
and we are sick. Open you the door to the Mission House that the
'Minoks' may rest and grow strong."

The Indians clustered before the portal, with its rude cross above,
and stared malignantly, while the chief spoke. At the name of his
enemy the unsightly eyes of George gleamed, and he growled
contemptuously, advancing among them. They scattered at the manner
of his coming, and he struck the padlocked door till it rattled
stiffly. Then spying the cross overhead he lifted up and gripped the
wood. It came away ripping, and with wails of rage and horror at the
sacrilege, they closed about him.

"Here, Cap! Bust her in quick!" He dragged Captain before the
entrance, thrusting the weapon upon him, then ran ferociously among
the people. He snatched them to him, cuffing like a bear and
trampling them into the snow. Those who came into the reach of his
knotty arms crumpled up and twisted under his feet. He whirled into
the group, roaring hoarsely, his angry, grease-blackened face hideous
with rage. The aborigine is not a fighting machine; for him the
side-step and counter have no being. They melted ahead of his
blazing wrath, and he whisked them, fleeing, by their garments, so
that they felt the stamp of his moccasined heels.

Captain dragged the team within, and George following, blocked the
shattered door.

"We're safe as long as we stay in the Church," said he.

"Right of sanctuary, eh? Does it occur to you how we're going to get

"Never mind, we'll get out somehow," said he, and that night, as
Charlie Captain, late University man and engineer, lay with eyes
swathed in steaming cloths, the whaler spoke operosely and with the
bitterness of great wrong.

"It happened when we rocked the bars of Forty Mile, before ever a
Chechako had crossed the Chilcoot. I went over to the headwaters of
the Tanana. Into the big valley I went and got lost in the Flats.
'Tis a wild country, rimmed by high mountains, full of niggerheads
and tundra, with the river windin' clean back to the source of the
Copper. I run out of grub. We always did them days, and built a
raft to float down to the Yukon. A race with starvation, and a dead
heat it near proved, too, though I had a shade the best of it. I
drifted out into the main river, ravin' mad, my 'Mukluks' eat off and
my moose-hide gun cover inside of me.

"A girl spied me from the village, and 'twas her brought me ashore in
her birch-bark and tended me in her wick-i-up till reason came and
the blood ran through me again.

"I mind seein' a white man stand around at times and hearin' him beg
her to leave me to the old squaws. She didn't though. She gave me
bits of moose meat and berries and dried salmon, and when I come to
one day I saw she was little and brown and pleadin' and her clothes
all covered with beads. Her eyes was big and sad, Cap, and dimples
poked into her cheeks when she laughed.

"'Twas then that Orloff takes a hand--the white man. A priest he
called himself; breed, Russian. Maybe he was, but a blacker hearted
thief never wronged a child. He wanted the girl, Metla, and so did
I. When I asked her old man for her he said she was promised to the
Russian. I laughed at him, and a chief hates to be mocked. You know
what sway the Church has over these Indians. Well, Orloff is a
strong man. He held 'em like a rock. He worked on 'em till one day
the tribemen came to me in a body and said, 'Go!'

"'Give me the girl, and I will,' says I.

"Orloff sneered. 'She was mine for a month before ye came,' says he
with the fiend showin' back of his eyes. 'Do ye want her now?'

"For a minute I believed him. I struck once to kill, and he went
down. They closed on me as fast as I shook 'em off. 'Twas a
beautiful sight for a ruction, on the high banks over the river, but
I was like water from the sickness. I fought to get at their priest
where he lay, to stamp out his grinning face before they downed me,
but I was beat back to the bluff and I battled with my heels over the
edge. I broke a pole from the fish-rack and a good many went down.
Then I heard Metla calling softly from below:--

"'Jump!' she said. 'Big one, jump.'

"She had loosed a canoe at the landing and now held it in the boiling
current underneath, paddling desperately.

"As they ran out of the tents with their rifles I leaped.

"A long drop and cold water, but I hit feet first. When I rose the
little girl was alongside.

"It's a ticklish thing to crawl over the stern of a canoe in the
spatter of slugs, with the roar of muzzle-loaders above. It's
shakin' to the nerves, but the maid never flinched, not even when a
bullet split the gunnel. She ripped a piece of her dress and plugged
a hole under the water line while I paddled out of range.

"The next winter at Holy Cross she ran to me shaking one day.

"'He is here! He is here! Oh, Big man, I am afraid!'

"'Who's here?' says I.

"'He is here--Father Orloff,' and her eyes was round and scared so
that I took her up and kissed her while she clung to me--she was such
a little girl.

"'He spoke to me at the water-hole, "I have come for you." I ran
very fast, but he came behind. "Where is George?"' he said.

"I went out of the cabin down to the Mission, and into the house of
Father Barnum. He was there.

"'Orloff! What do ye want?' I says.

"Father Barnum speaks up--'he's known for a good man the length of
the river. George,' says he, 'Father Orloff tells me you stole the
girl Metla from her tribe. 'Tis a shameful thing for a white to take
a red girl for his wife, but it's a crime to live as you do.'

"'What?' says I.

"'We can't sell you provisions nor allow you to stay in the village.'

"Orloff grins. 'You must go on,' he says, 'or give her up.'

"'No! I'll do neither.' And I shows the paper from the missionary
at Nulato statin' that we were married. 'She's my wife,' says I,
'and too good for me. She's left her people and her gods, and I'll
care for her.' I saw how it hurt Orloff, and I laid my hand on his
shoulder close to the neck. 'I distrust ye, and sure as Fate ye'll
die the shocking death if ever harm comes to the little one.'

"That was the winter of the famine, though every winter was the same
then, and I went to Anvik for grub--took all the strong men and dogs
in the village. I was afraid when I left, too, for 'twas the time I
should have been with her, but there was no one else to go.

"'When you come back,' she said, 'there will be another--a little
boy--and he will grow mighty and strong, like his father.' She hung
her arms around me, Cap, and I left with her kisses warm on my lips.

"It was a terrible trip, the river wet with overflows and the
cut-offs drifted deep, so I drove back into Holy Cross a week late
with bleedin' dogs and frozen Indians strainin' at the sled ropes.

"I heard the wail of the old women before. I come to the cabin, and
when Metla had sobbed the story out in her weakness, I went back into
the dark and down to the Mission. I remember how the Northern Lights
flared over the hills above, and the little spruces on the summit
looked to me like headstones, black against the moon--and I laughed
when I saw the snow red in the night glare, for it meant blood and

"It was as lusty a babe as ever crowed, but Orloff had come to the
sick bed and sent her squaws away. Baptism and such things he said
he'd do. The little fellow died that night.

"They say the Mission door was locked and barred, but I pushed
through it like paper and came into Father Barnum's house, where they
sat. Fifty below is bad for the naked flesh. I broke in,
bare-headed, mittenless, and I'd froze some on the way down. He saw
murder in my eyes and tried to run, but I got him as he went out of
the room. He tore his throat loose from my stiffened fingers and
went into the church, but I beat down the door with my naked fists,
mocking at his prayers inside, and may I never be closer to death
than Orloff was that night.

"Then a squaw tugged at my parka.

"'She is dying, Anguk,' she said, and I ran back up the hill with the
cold bitin' at my heart.

"There was no death that night in Holy Cross, though God knows one
naked soul was due to walk out onto the snow. At daylight, when I
came back for him, he had fled down the river with the fastest dogs,
and to this day I've never seen his face, though 'tis often I've felt
his hate.

"He's grown into the strongest missionary on the coast, and he never
lets a chance go by to harry me or the girl.

"D'ye mind the time 'Skagway' Bennet died? We was pardners up Norton
Sound way when he was killed. They thought he suicided, but I know.
I found a cariboo belt in the brush near camp--the kind they make on
the Kuskokwim, Father Orion's country. His men took the wrong one,
that's all.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell ye this, Cap, before we started, for now
we're into the South Country, where he owns the natives. He knows
we've come, as the blood-token of the guide showed. He wants my
life, and there's great trouble comin' up. I'm hopin' ye'll soon get
your sight, for by now there's a runner twenty miles into the hills
with news that we're blind in the church at Togiak. Three days he'll
be goin', and on the fifth ye'll hear the jangle of Russian
dog-bells. He'll kill the fastest team in Nushagak in the comin',
and God help us if we're here."

George scraped a bit of frost-lace from the lone window pane. Dark
figures moved over the snow, circling the chapel, and he knew that
each was armed. Only their reverence for the church held them from
doing the task set by Orloff, and he sighed as he changed the
bandages on his suffering mate.

They awoke the next morning to the moan of wind and the sift of snow
clouds past their walls. Staring through his peep-hole, George
distinguished only a seethe of whirling flakes that greyed the view,
blotting even the neighbouring huts, and when the early evening
brought a rising note in the storm the trouble lifted from his face.

"A three-day blizzard," he rejoiced, "and the strongest team on the
coast can't wallow through it under a week. These on-shore gales is

For three days the wind tore from off the sea into the open bight at
whose head lay Togiak, and its violence wrecked the armour of shore
ice in the bay till it beat and roared against the spit, a threshing
maelstrom of shattered bergs. The waters piled into the inlet driven
by the lash of the storm till they overflowed the river ice behind
the village, submerging and breaking it into ragged, dangerous

On the third day, with Arctic vagary, the wind gasped reluctantly and
scurried over the range. In its wake the surging ocean churned
loudly and the back-water behind the town, held by the dam of
freezing slush-ice at the river mouth, was skimmed by a thin
ice-paper, pierced here and there by the up-ended piles from beneath.
This held the night's snow, so that morning showed the village girt
on three sides by a stream soft-carpeted and safe to the eye, but
failing beneath the feet of a child.

"You're eyes are comin' along mighty slow," worried George. "I'm
hopin' his reverence is up to his gills in drifts back yonder. "We
must leave him a sled trail for a souvenir."

"How can we, with the place guarded?"

"Hitch the dogs and run for it by night, He'll burn us out when he
comes. Fine targets we'd make on the snow by the light of a burning
shack. If ye can see to shoot we'll go tonight. Hello! What's

Outside came the howl of malamoots and the cry of men. Leaping to
the window, George rubbed it free and stared into the sunshine.

"Too late! Too late!" he said. "Here he comes! It's time I killed
him." He spoke gratingly, with the dull anger of years.

On the bright surface of the opposite hillside a sled bearing a
muffled figure appeared silhouetted against the glisten of the crust.
Its team, maddened by the village scent, poured down the incline
toward the river bank and the guide swung onto the runners behind,
while the voice of the people rose to their priest. In a whirl of
soft snow they drove down onto the treachery of the ice. The screams
of the natives frenzied the pack and they rioted out onto the bending
sheet, while the long sledge, borne by its momentum, shot forward
till the splitting cry of the ice sounded over the lamentations. It
slackened, sagged and disappeared in a surge of congealing waters.
The wheel dogs were dragged into the opening and their mates ahead
jerked backward onto them. In a fighting tangle, all settled into
the swirl.

Orloff leaped from the sinking sled, but hindered by his fur
swaddling, crashed through and lunged heavily in his struggles to
mount the edge of the film. As he floundered onto the caving surface
it let him back and the waters covered him time and again. He
pitched oddly about, and for the first time they saw his eyes were
bound tightly with bandages, which he strove to loosen.

"My God! He's snow-blind!" cried George, and in a moment he appeared
among the frantic mob fringing the shore.

The guide broke his way toward a hummock of old ice forming an islet
near by, and the priest half swam, half scrambled behind, till they
crawled out upon this solid footing. Here the wintry wind searched
them and their dripping clothes stiffened quickly. Orloff dragged
the strips from his face, and as the sun glitter pierced his eyes he
writhed as though seared by the naked touch of hot steel.

He shouted affrightedly in his blindness, but the mocking voice of
Big George answered him and he cowered at the malevolence in the

"Here I am, Orloff. It's help ye want, is it? I'll shoot the man
that tries to reach ye. Ha, ha! You're freezin' eh? Georgie will
talk to keep ye awake. A dirty trick of the river to cheat me so.
I've fattened for years on the hope of stampin' your life out and now
it's robbed me. But I'll stick till ye're safe in Hell."

The man cried piteously, turning his bleared eyes toward the sound.

"Shoot, why don't you, and end it? Can't you see we're freezing?"
He stood up in his carapace of stiffened clothes, shivering palsiedly.

"The truest thing ye ever said," cried George, and he swung his colts
into view. "It'll favour you and I'll keep my vow." He raised the
gun. The splashing of the distant dogs broke the silence. A native
knelt stiffly.

"George! George!" Captain had stumbled down among them and plucked
at his arm, peering dimly into his distorted face. "Great God, are
you a murderer? They'll be dead before we can save them."

"Save 'em ?" said George, while reason fought with his mania. "Whose
goin' to save 'em? He needs killin'. I'm hungry for his life."

"He's a man, George. They're both human, and they're dying in sight
of us. Give him a chance. Fight like a man."

As he spoke the fury fell away from the whaler and he became the
alert, strong man of the frontier, knowing the quick danger and
meeting it.

He bellowed at the natives and they fled backward before his voice,
storming the cache where lay the big skin canoes. They slid one down
and seizing paddles crushed the ice around it till it floated, then
supported by the prow, George stamped the ice into fragments ahead,
and they forced their way slowly along the channel he made. Soaked
to the armpits he smashed a trail through which they reached the
hummock where the others lay, too listless for action.

At the shore they bore the priest to their shelter while the guide
was snatched into a near-by hut. They hacked off his brittle clothes
and supported him to the bed. As he walked his feet clattered on the
board floor like the sound of wooden shoes. They were white and
solid, as were his hands.

"He's badly frozen," whispered Captain, "can we save him?" They
rubbed and thawed for hours, but the sluggish blood refused to flow
into the extremities and Captain felt that this man would die for
lack of amputation.

Through all the Russian was silent, gazing strangely at George.

"'Tis no use," finally said the big man, despairingly, "I've seen too
many of 'em; we've done our best."

He disappeared, and there sounded the jingle of harness as the dogs
were hitched. As he entered for the camp outfit Orloff spoke:

"George Brace, I've harmed you bitterly these many years, and you're
a good man to help me so. It's no use. We have both fought the Cold
Death, and know when to quit. I came here to kill you, but you will
go out across the mountains free, while I rave in madness and the
medicine men make charms over me. When you come into Bethel Mission
I'll be dead. Good-bye."

"Good Hell! We're takin' ye to Bethel and a doctor in ten minutes.
A week's travel as the trail goes, but we'll save a chunk of ye yet,
old man."

Five days later a broken team crawled over the snow to the Moravian
Mission, urged by two men gaunt from the trail, and blistered by the
cold. From the sledge came shrieks and throaty mutterings, horrid
gabblings of post-freezing madness and Dr. Forrest, lifting back the
robe, found Orloff lashed into his couch.

"Five days from Togiak. Two hundred miles in heavy trails,"
explained George wearily, as the cries of the maniac dimmed behind
the log walls.

Two hours later Forrest spoke gravely as they nursed their frost
bites in his room.

"We have operated. He will recover."

"It's a sad, sad day,"' mourned George. "It just takes the taste out
of everything for me. He's a cripple now, eh ?"

"Yes! Helpless! I did not know Father Orloff had many--er--friends
hereabout," continued the doctor. "He was thought to be hated by the
whites. I'm glad the report was wrong."

"Friends be damned," said the other strongly. "What's a friend? Ye
can get them any place, but where can ye find another enemy like that

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