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Updated: June 4, 2025
The soldier organizations made their headquarters with Marr Camp just south of the Court House. Here the column was formed for the parade. At the top of the hill on the Fairfax Station Road, Schroeder's full brass band, dressed in colorful uniforms with the bright yellow instruments reflecting the sun, waited for the columns of soldiers to form.
He could see the green lantern of Von Schroeder, and, just below it, the red flare that marked his own team. Two men were guarding Schroeder's dogs, with short clubs interposed between them and the trail. "Come on, you Smoke! Come on, you Smoke!" he could hear Shorty calling anxiously. "Coming!" he gasped.
On this point I would refer the reader to Professor von Schroeder's book, where this aspect of the Dance is fully discussed.
Fifteen-year wives whose husbands had long since abandoned flowery farewells used to get a vicarious thrill out of it, and to eye Terry with a sort of envy. This morning Orville Platt did not even falter when he reached Schroeder's corner. He marched straight on, looking steadily ahead, the heavy bags swinging from either hand.
She refused to let Buzz touch them, although he tried to tell her that he had done that job for a year. At the corner of Grand and Outagamie, in front of Schroeder's drug store, stood what was left of the gang, and some new members who had come during the year that had passed. Buzz knew them all. They greeted him at first with a mixture of shyness and resentment.
Buzz and his gang would meet down town of a Saturday night, very moist as to hair and clean as to soft shirt. They would lounge on the corner of Grand and Outagamie, in front of Schroeder's brightly lighted drug store, watching the girls go by. They were, for the most part, a pimply-faced lot. They would shuffle their feet in a slow jig, hands in pockets.
"I'll tell you what I should have I should have a party." "A party!" "Yes, that is what I should have." "I never thought of that. Who would you ask, Nora? I thought of a pic-nic; and of a great journey to Schroeder's Mountain; that would be nice; to spend the whole day, you know." "Yes, that would be nice: but I should have a party. O there are plenty to have. There is Kitty Marsden."
She was home! She had the house key clutched tightly in her hand long before she turned Schroeder's corner. Suppose he had come home! Suppose he had jumped a town and come home ahead of his schedule. They had quarrelled once before, and he had done that. Up the front steps. Into the house. Not a sound. She stood there a moment in the early morning half-light. She peered into the dining room.
"An' just remember," Shorty went on, "that I got to do all the shovin' for them first ten miles, an' you got to take it easy as you can. I'll sure jerk you through to the Yukon. After that it's up to you an' the dogs. Say what d'ye think Schroeder's scheme is? He's got his first team a quarter of a mile down the creek, an' he'll know it by a green lantern. But we got him skinned.
And he thrust at him, and through him. The man released his grappling hold of Hatton's throat, and grunted, and sat down. And Buzz laughed. And the two went on, Buzz behind his lieutenant, and then something smote his thigh, and he too sat down. The dying German had thrown his last bomb, and it had struck home. Buzz Werner would never again do a double shuffle on Schroeder's drug-store corner.
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