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Updated: May 22, 2025
It was somewhere out there where the eyeless sockets of an old moose looked down upon the great river coming up out of the south, cutting its way between the granite walls of the earth's foundations. Keeko! He was thinking, dreaming of the girl who had come to him in the heart of the far-off woods, with all her woman's appeal to his youthful manhood.
But Nicol had recovered from his surprise, and his mad fury suddenly leapt into full flood again. "Stand aside, girl!" he roared violently. "This swine refused to obey my orders and I'm going to teach him and anyone else who's master here. Get out of my way," he bellowed with an ominous threat of the quirt. Keeko stood her ground. Her two boys had closed in towards her.
When Keeko entered the sick room the attendant squaw gladly enough departed to the sunlight outside. And, left alone, the girl prepared to take her customary farewell. The eyes of the sick woman lit at the sight which was her only remaining joy in life. But the tone of her voice retained its privileged quality of complaint.
"Oh, it's a heap long way back," he said, "and I guess it all belongs to me. Anyway it did till Keeko got around. Say, you need to think of a crazy sort of feller who guessed that most all there was in life was to make good for the woman he loved, and the poor girl kiddie she'd borne him.
There's things to do yet," he said. "Oh, yes. There's a whole heap. Your father didn't reckon to quit on the first load. He reckoned to help the world with all his knowledge and body. And that's what I figger to do with your help." "Ah!" "Guess I see it this way. This summer sees you and Keeko in Seal Bay. Me too. We've to trade our weed.
He wanted to pour out the hot, passionate feelings of his heart to a woman who could read and understand him like this. He did none of these things, however. He simply smiled and nodded, while his whole face lit radiantly. "That's a hell of a good guess," he cried. "Yes. I found a woman. A beautiful, blue-eyed white woman. And she called herself, 'Keeko."
His trouble was lifted as though by some strong hand. This mother woman never failed in her comfort even in the simple fact of her presence. With his thought still filled with the white beauty of Keeko, the soft copper of An-ina's skin, the smiling gentleness of her dark eyes were things at all times to soften the roughness of Marcel's mood. "Marcel come back? The ice all hold? Oh, yes.
Keeko watched him silently with an interest she made no attempt to disguise, while deep in her heart was stirring that feeling she was wholly unconscious of. His "preliminary" was unnecessary. In her woman's way she read him to her own satisfaction. He lit his pipe carefully, and as carefully extinguished his match. They were in a forest where the decaying vegetation was as dry as tinder.
And, despite her fears Keeko smiled at the boyishness of it all. In a moment her breath was drawn sharply. Marcel was out on the log. He had passed from the cliff edge and was sitting astride of the trunk with his feet and calves gripping tight about it like a horseman on a bucking broncho. His progress was rapid.
Looking up his ardent gaze rested on the figure poised so near the brink of the gorge. "Keeko!" His voice was deep with feeling. Its tone was imperative, too. "Yes Marcel?" Keeko's reply was low-voiced and almost humble. She felt his gaze even before he spoke. Had she not intercepted it a hundred times in their work together? Oh, yes. She knew it.
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