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Updated: June 22, 2025
From hundreds of lips at once arose a wild cry of sorrow and rage, which winging through the darkness, startled the miners from their sleep, and paled the cheeks of those gambling late in Perdue's store. Literal translation: "Close to Thee, my Father, Close to Thee. Even the cross Raiseth me if Still my song shall be Close to Thee, my Father, Close to Thee."
They know Pete Martin purty wall by this time." "What! you're not Pete Martin, the prospector, are you?" and Perdue's eyes opened with astonishment. And not only was the saloon-keeper surprised. The men in the room moved a little nearer, and craned their necks to obtain a better view of the stranger.
He had learned from Vail how easy it is for reformers to throw their influence on the wrong side in such a life-and-death struggle as that of Perdue's. In the year that followed he had to forgive him many more than seven times. But Perdue grew stronger in the sunlight of Vanderhuyn's steady friendship. They had a great time opening the club on New-Year's Eve.
The dogs stood before the cabin shaking their bells, impatient to be away. A parting word to Amos, a crack of the whip in the frosty air, and the three noble brutes bounded forward out upon the trail, which wound through the village, past Perdue's store, and into the great lone beyond. Pritchen was leaning over the bar when Keith sped by. "Bells!" he cried, rushing to the small window.
They realized when it was too late how far they had been led by Pritchen, and they naturally felt very sore. Many were the furtive glances cast towards the smouldering ruins of the mission house, while visions of revenging natives filled their minds. For days Perdue's store was packed with anxious men, discussing the affair in no uncertain language.
Perdue's store was the only bright spot, and there the men wandered. Keith thought of all this. What could he do? What right had he to be a missionary, a saviour of souls, if he had no line to let out, or boat to launch in the hour of need? Reaching his cabin, he sat for some time at the small table where he carried on his writing and translational work.
Suddenly he paused, his fingers relaxed, and with the words, "The Lord judge thee, thou wretched man," he flung Pritchen from him as if he were a viper, then turned and left the building. Among the Indians in Perdue's store none watched the proceedings more intently than Yukon Jennie, the orphan, whose home was in every camp, but with no certain abiding place.
"All's well, Gikhyi." "Thank God! Thank God! But tell me, Amos, what have you been doing?" "I went to the store when I left you, but it was in darkness. There were voices within, which sounded like Perdue's and Pritchen's. Jennie I did not see; she was not there. I had been waiting only a short time when a man arrived with a dog team. I think he came from Siwash Creek.
As we drove toward Perdue's I wondered what could have caused old man Jucklin's change of manner at the time he had spoken of sending his daughter away to be educated. Surely, he could not deplore the grace and refinement which this schooling had given her. Would it be well to ask Alf? No; he could but regard such a question as a direct impertinence.
The Reading Room had proved a success, notwithstanding his jibes and sneers, and a goodly number of men were spending their evenings there who formerly haunted Perdue's place. "D him!" muttered Pritchen half aloud. "I don't want to have any words with the cur. I wish I had taken some other route." Even then he was tempted to put on his snowshoes and cut off from the trail.
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