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Updated: May 12, 2025
It was their fifth day in the valley when they came to a break in the western wall of the range, and through this break flowed a stream that was very much like the Stikine, broad and shallow and ribboned with shifting bars of sand. David made up his mind that it must be the Firepan, and he could feel his pulse quicken as he started up it with Baree.
"And I'm going to have him in my den before I finish," declared Langdon. "I've made up my mind. We'll make a permanent camp here. I'm going to get that grizzly if it takes all summer. I'd rather have him than any other ten bears in the Firepan Range. He was a nine-footer if an inch. His head was as big as a bushel basket, and the hair on his shoulders was four inches long.
He could not get Tavish out of his mind; Tavish, the haunted man; Tavish the man who had fled from the Firepan Creek country at just about the time the girl in the picture had stood on the rock beside the pool; Tavish, terror-driven by a spirit of the dead! He did not attempt to reason the matter, or bare the folly of his alarm.
The forester came in and sat down on the bench. 'The storm 's passing over, he observed, after a brief silence; 'if you wish it, I will guide you out of the forest. I got up; Biryuk took his gun and examined the firepan. 'What's that for? I inquired. 'There's mischief in the forest.... They're cutting a tree down on Mares' Ravine, he added, in reply to my look of inquiry.
The Nest, he learned, was a free-trading place, and Hauck was its proprietor. He was surprised when he learned that he was not on Firepan Creek after all. The Firepan was over the range, and there were a good many Indians to the north and west of it. Miners came down frequently from the Taku River country and the edge of the Yukon, she said.
He almost died there. I want you to meet Tavish, David. We will stay overnight at his cabin. He is a strange character a great object lesson." Suddenly he came back to David's question. "What do you want to know about Stikine River and Firepan Creek?" he asked. "I was reading something about them that interested me," replied David. "A very wild country, I take it, from what Tavish has told you.
But Firepan Creek Stikine River.... And she was wild. She was a creature of those mountains and that wild gorge, wherever they were and beautiful slender as a flower lovelier than.... David set his lips tight. They shut off a quick breath, a gasp, the sharp surge of a sudden pain.
Jacques had assured him of that, and Kio had pantomimed it, pointing many times at the broad, shallow stream that ran ahead of him. All he had to do was to follow the river. In time, many weeks, of course, it would bring him to the white settlement on the ocean. Long before that he would strike Firepan Creek.
David barely whispered. "Tavish is afraid of some one who is dead." "Dead!" "Yes, a woman or a girl who is dead; dead in the flesh, but living in the spirit to haunt him. It is that. I know it. And he will not bare his soul to me." "A girl ... who is dead ... on Firepan Creek. Her spirit...." A cold, invisible hand was clutching at David's throat.
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