ALEX McLEAN

MEN'S WEAR—FINE WOOLLENS AND

SPORTS CLOTHES

CAMPBELL RIVER, B.C.

Fully Licensed

Campbell River

Fully Insured

WILLOWS TAXI

Wade McLauchlin, Proprietor
Phone 100
24-HOUR SERVICE
Willows Hotel

THE PIONEER HARDWARE

Campbell River

CARL O. THULIN

PAINTS & VARNISHES
GENERAL HARDWARE
FURNITURE—SPORTING GOODS

Phone 23
B.C.

Laundry and Dry Cleaners

Campbell River Steam

D. B. WOLLESEN, Proprietor
*
RIGHT ON THE HIGHWAY
CAMPBELL RIVER, B.C.

CAMPBELL RIVER

LLOYD'S TAXI
PHONE 54

24-Hour Service — Two Cars
Standard Oil Products

Ca:

The Crystal Grill
24-Hour Service
A Modern Place to Eat
. 8
mpbell River

BEE HIVE.

Lunches

Ice Cream, Confectionery,
Tobaccos, Magazines and
Daily Papers

Agents for ‘‘THE SHOULDER STRAP”

CAMPBELL RIVER, V. I.

SEVENTEENTH EDITION

Hope, where he commercialized them, as
the miners spent freely on wine and
women.

ILL-GoTTEN Garins Wett Hippen

His rich cache of gold was hidden
somewhere. The Indians said it was near
Sumas, but after many searches, they
never succeeded in finding it.

In the meantime, he was putting terror
into the hearts of the lonely women and
children. Tor there were no “pistol
packin’ mamas” on the farms in those
days—just the gentle, old fashioned kind,
like one little mother of six tiny tots,
near Matsqui Prairie, who felt pretty
shaky, when Mesah-chie hung about the
place, with his big, ugly knife in his belt.

She was used to Indians, for they
often pressed their faces against her
window to watch her working in the

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A Victoria Trading Post

flickering lamp light. But when she saw
Mesah-chie one night, with his nose flat
against the pane, she knew he was a
dangerous one.

She was alone. Her husband of the
Royal Engineers, had left that morning
to join a survey for a few weeks. Their
pet pig had followed him like a faithful
dog on his way out, but this time had not
returned home as usual. Mesah-chie,
while prowling about, had waylaid it on
its way back, and cruelly sliced off both
its ears.

“That will show them my brand”, he
chuckled.

How the pet ever found his way home,
that seven miles, in his agony, no one
could ever understand, but he appeared
at long last, to the children’s horror,
covered with blood, leaving a trail of
it behind him.

in the 60's.

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