‘a | | | | | | | | | | Vert opyegsst Patras XE -fetytangrr' Atheiitiy -pebriach)/ Page 14, ‘November 1980, Cassiar Courier GOOD HOPE LAKE NEWS On October 25, 1980, Cheryl Lynn Ans- combe and Donald Wayne Larsen were joined son at the Anglican Church in Cassiar, B.C. Centre, followed by a reception and dance at the Good Hope Lake Highways Recreation Centre. NEWS==\. 5 ARRIVAL A baby boy, James Herman, was born to Minnie Carlick on October 7, 1980, in the Cassiar Hospital. He weighed 7 Ibs. 9% oz. HHEHEHHKKHKEE CHARLIE’S NEW HOME THE OLD AND THE NEW Charlie Chief was worried that his cabin at Camp Creek would not be finished before winter. The United Native Nations Local 167 of Good Hope Lake got organized and erected the cabin in a record time of five days. Charlie, a long time trapper in this area, has moved into his new home and says it sure beats living in a tent frame. The cabin is strategically located in the heart of Charlie’s trapline and close to Highway 37, giving easy access to ‘transportation for supplies. Charlie has been trapping in Cassiar Country for over forty years. in holy ‘matrimony by Reverend Wm. Morri- | A supper was held at the Cassiar Community | by George Holman Local Man Cy Edward Jakesta of Good Hope Lake was injured when the pickup truck he was riding in went out of control and rolled over in the ditch on Highway 37 about five miles north of Good Hope Lake. Two other occupants of the same vehicle received minor cuts and bruises. Edward was taken to Cassiar Hospital by the Good Hope Lake ambulance crew. He was flown out to Vancouver | when it was found he was suffering from spinal injuries. Edward is still recuperating at the Vancouver hospital. HHHHHHHKHKEE Pauline Carlick of Good Hope Lake was flown out to Vancouver after suffering a brain hemmorhage. It is ex- pected that she will remain in hospital for some time. HHEKKERKHKEHEHE KEEP YOUR DISTANCE The closer you follow, the greater the chance of an accid- ent. Why risk trouble? You have greater control. and are safer and more relaxed if you refuse to get frustrated. Leave yourself some room. How much distance is enough? One good rule is to leave a car length for every 16 km./hr. of speed. Another is the TWO-SECOND RULE. As the vehicle ahead passes some landmark, start counting “One thousand and one, one thousand and two, etc.” You should pass the landmark no sooner than two seconds la- ter. At highway speed, increase it to three seconds, in bad conditions increase it to four seconds. Very few people know exaetly how long it takes to stop. Be wise and leave plenty of distance. DRIVE DEFENSIVELY, SENSIBLY AND CAREFULLY B.C. BUCKLES UP USE YOUR SEAT BELT £6 Moccasin Gelegraph é Says..... ** Tom W. is back from vacation in southern B.C. ** Jack G. has transferred to the Dease Lake road crew. His wife, Cathy, teaches school at Dease Lake, as well. Jim and Evelyn are out on vacation, touring British : Columbia. : ** Tom A. is back after around of Union meetings in Terrace. ** Roddy is back after a rushéd trip home on compas- sionate grounds. Hope all is well. The U.N.N. Local are busy working on their Com- munity Hall. ** Bessie Carlick has moved into her new home. ** Newton has a nice new truck. ** Lots of wheelin’, dealin’ — Tom A. - new truck, Jack G. - new truck, Roddy - new car and Larry J. looking - for a set of wheels. What Else ..ccccoscceee do you do when it just keeps on snowing???? Go tobog- ganning and skiing, of course. That’s what’s happening around Good Hope Lake lately. As soon as school is out, it’s up to the slopes for some real fun sliding and playing in the snow. eee nog ea » Mrs. M. Nitti, 190 Zimmerman St., 778-7220 Provincial Licensed Travel Agent ‘For All Your Travel Needs ocal Domestic & Internatio Reservations & Tickets ALL TYPES OF CHARTERS, BOTH DOMES- TIC AND TO EUROPE. SKY. BUS AVAIL- ABLE TO WINNIPEG, TORONTO, AND _ MONTREAL. | CRUISES - HOLIDAY PACKAGES HAWAII, BAHAMAS, CARIBBEAN HOURS Mon, Wed. Thurs. © 10 a.m.-6p.m. 3 Friday 10a.m.-5p.m. 9 Saturday 10 a.m. - 4 p.m. - Closed Tuesday afternoon and all day Sunday... ence IEE err THE MYSTERY of the GREAT STOLEN ACORN HOARD! -A story sane children 6 to 60. - BY JOHN SLURR Buford C Steeltoe Badger was a gleeful jocular digger. He dug with exhilaration and levity. He tunnelled with light- “some optimism. He viewed the outcome buoyantly, sport- ively and blithesomely. He was born to dig, and dig he did as digging -was his destiny. And, when the news was brought to him via Sputsy Red Roofus, that Miz Pinky and the whole gang of eleven had deep trouble, he climb- ed out of his hole and listened! He listened gravely. He did not simper or smirk or grin sardonically. He did not titter, snicker or snigger. He did not crow, chuckle or cackle. He did not roar, guffaw or become fluorescent with a heydey flush. He asked little short questions very seriously. Then he said to Sputsy “You fly over to Security and tell them | won't be in to work today. This is a designated 1208. Be sure you do this because a denizen died last week and because he didn’t fly in, they gave him a step, and now he is forced to grieve it!. Sputsy flew away suffused with excitement. He was part of the heavy news scene. He was involved, and particip- ating! To heck with the expense! Wing weariness, feather fatigue, mortification of the tissues, were all forgotten. He was involved! Buford G Steeltoe; on the other paw, looked at the sky, hitched his back fur, knocked the earth from his elaws, and putting his head down, began his now historic trudge to the Smiling Meadow. He had made up his mind. And ~ when.a Buford C Steeltoe type of badger makes up his mind, he can demolish a pyramid. A mere simple resolve, combined with infinite faith, a mere act of genius by a badger who couldn't view himself historically. It was a job to be done, and so he began to do it, come hell or high tittering brook! 5; ‘ . - Thru the Feerfull Forest he trudged. Across the Tittering Brook he trudged . Up onto the Smiling Meadow he trudg- — ed. In a direct line to the Acorn Tree Hoard Hole he trudged and’ when he reached the tree he stopped trudging and that’s not your everyday badger! And there they were, the entire consternated gang of eleven, the big poster group!.Miz Pinky hugged Buford C to her loveable old amply quill covered bosom. Buford C leapt away with an ouch of fond alarm! ’‘Well, well, well Miz.Pinky ‘ he shouted, “well, well, well, and what seems to be the trouble that old Buford C can help do away with one or two mighty flicks of a badger’s stainless steel toed claw?” Hert They all: gathered around him.In that sunny day, on the green grass under the acorn tree he. was their hope of hopes, their song of songs, their digger of diggers, the - ultimate answer, the final solution. Everyone began to talk at once, pushing leaping up and down, waving paws. A writhing zoo of excited angry fearing denizens; like the Paris Exchange or a bargain sale on the budget floor! Miz Pinky was calm. She breasted the tides like a three masted ; gun ship of the line and forged her way calmly to the cen- tre and began to inform Buford of the situation. She told him of the once bulging Acorn Hoard, the now empty - hole, the hole in the bottom of the hole, the tunnel to the hole in the bottom of the hole, the yellow smoky lantern light in the tunnel to the hole in the bottom of the hole, and the odor from the tunnel to the hole in the bottom of | the hole. - “Whose odor is it?” shouted Buford. “Roger the Red Necked Rink Rat’’ replied Miz Pinky calmly. “Rotten Roger’ screamed Buford. *“‘Indeed’’ said Flash. ““Repulsive Roger,’ bellowed Buford. “Incontestably’”’ roared Sputsy. aaa K 7 i “Revolting Roger,”’ thundered Buford. “‘Indisputably,’”’ buzzed Dizzy. “So” growled Buford, ‘‘l will search and destroy, | will find and eradicate. | will discover and demolish. | will blot out forever this pink , slithering, filthy, soul-less, septic disease-ridden mammalian mutant from the face of the Smiling Meadow. He is now and forever an endan- gered species!" 2 With this he approached the tree and circled it, sniffing the ground and test thumping with his paws. ‘’Aha’’ he growled, and marked an ‘X° in the soil. He carefully plac- ed his rear digger claws on the ‘X‘. Then he braced himself with his front paws. A light began to flash from his head and.a beep beep sound could be heard. Slowly his digger claws began to revolve. Then faster and faster. A great spout of dirt began to fly out. Greater and greater and . greater and faster and faster he dug and, as he dug he be- gan to slowly sink into the hole until he had all but dis- appeared: Then he grubbled around in the hole for a few seconds, growling to himself. ‘‘Gotta sink some test holes and get some core samples’ he muttered as he climbed from the hole. “Rats will be as patternless, de- vious and twisty as their minds!’’ And he dug five or six more badger-sized holes in the Smiling Meadow Then Miz Pinky intervened. ‘My dear Buford C Steeltce” she said, dusk is approaching, the mist is gathering and the dew i is falling on the grass. Let us have oye and a good night’ s sleep!” “Right’’ spoke Flash, “and | know just where to dine. | have discovered a lovely place 8 willow bongs from here, where there are tons of lovely. things to eat. There are car- rots, zookini, lettuce, turnips, cabbage and scrumptious bright red tomatoes!” And Flash led them to the place of wonderful eating where they filled their little stomachs to bursting. Thereupon, they retired to the Smiling Meadow ~ where Miz Pinky and her brood of 8 curled up around the tree in one large prickly bundle. Whiffer slept in a lawn chair. Peeper and Consort disappeared into the mailbox. Homer N, with Bullseye, Ernie and Edgar on the Hump lay in the meadow like a becalmed aircraft carrier in a mist. Flash did some moonlighting for tidbits. Sniffing at illuminated doorways. Squawky-Rawkus perched himself - on the top of a branchless tree with insulators on it. Bu- ford C dug a dry foxhole under a large wooden structure ~ made of flat trees and other foreign objects, some of which shed light and funny noises. But badgers don‘t worry and are, therefore, stomach problem free, unless of course they happen to swallow a can opener, or a door knob, or even a hubcap, or perhaps, (evil of evils), a tube of worm medicine, with fluoride! And so they slept peace— fully that night. A pastoral idyll, a breath of nature, and a prelude to violence and it was well that they slept well because these harmless little digging chewing defecating destructors of manmade bliss were shatteringly wakened by a new bucket of horrors! A voluminous noise, a titanic thunder, a hurricane, a sirocco that registered. 10 on the Richter Scale, a tornado of denunciation, a huge blast of precisely enunciated imprecations in flawless dialect that questioned their motnerhood, fatherhood, creed, animal types, social pathology, ancestral patterns, their heritage, and their natural animal land claims! It was a tirade. Only a drill sergeant in the Foreign Legion could have done bet- ter. And, naturally.so, naturally so. Because, if you, Mr. Peter Jones, were to arise on a lovely beautiful 7 A.M. morning in Cassiar to find your Smiling Meadow lawn spattered with humps of soil and large holes, your fish bait organic worm farm ruined, your peas, carrots and turnips ravaged by a vegetarian fox, a squirrel in your mailbox who bites you, a skunk in your lawn chair, a cam- el eating your roses, a badger under your house chewing the plastic wires to supplement his diet and a raven teasing RAFFLE mee Reeree nl)! ew ee % “ely none oe ofan 9 wom Soa ae, 4 Cassiar Courier, November 1980, Page 15 the housecat you would be mad, or my name isn’t Green Peas Jones! So being justifiably angry, he summoned Dangerous Dog Danny, who came at the whistle, full of Dangerous Dog zeal-type growls and barks. The first thing Dangerous Dog Danny saw was a very large indignant : ‘Momma Pinky Porky Pine. She was a bushell of bristles - and she looked mean, despite her clean calico apron with just a hint of saucy bloomers. Little Whiffer was beside “her with his dangerous posterior pointed at the enemy, his little plumy tail quivering in the ready position. Homer N was on his feet, steaming slowly into the line making all those sickening Camel noises. Dangerous Dog Danny ceased to run and he also ceased barking and growling and other intimidating postures, noises, and any other exhib- ition of any hostility. He wagged and smiled. He, after all, was only a job class one dog Danny and this situation did not seem to conform with his. dog description. After all, he rationalized amiably - You can lead a Dangerous Dog Danny to water but you can’t make him think! He ad- dressed Miz Pinky “Ma’am’“he said, ‘I regret to say that you are trespassing upon my master’s lawn and digging i in -it and spoiling the lawn bowling courts and ruining his Smiling Meadow organic fish bait worm farm. May | sug- gest that you go over to the lawn next door. Ill just bark and growl and run around and make out that I’m really fierce! | won’t bite or terrify you if you'll just leave! We — all have the same problem with humans so if you scratch my back I'll scratch yours allegorically speaking!” “Sir Dangerous Dog Danny” replied Miz Pinky, ‘we are Natural Animals and we are establishing a Natural Animal. Smiling Meadow Lawn claim, and you are crossing our Pickett lines. We are, sir, in search of our Great Stolen Acorn Hoard, which has been stolen by Roger the Red Necked Rink Rat. This is our winter food, and it is hidden somewhere in the Smiling Meadow. So, Sir Dangerous Dog Danny, would you honor our picket line until we can bring in a militant environmentalist?” “NJery well,’’ replied Dangerous Dog Danny, “! am a staunch member of the United Canines P & M, | will hon- or your picket line. | will refuse to cross it!” So saying, he sat down and crossed his paws on his chest and scowl- ed with firm dedicated determination. “My goodness me’ exclaimed Green Peas Jones. “My very _ own Dangerous Dog Danny is honoring a picket line: Why ag ening: like this Wells to me?” He leaned forward and addressed Miz Pinky. ‘May | water my lawn?” he asked ‘‘and would you please ask your 8 little pinky porky pinelets to cease gnawing upon my col- lege tennis sneakers. | don’t allow anyone else to gnaw my very own College tennis sneakers. They’re very pre-_ cious to me and, therefore, Ma’am, | would prefer them to be ungnawed. After all, they’re mine and | carry them everywhere. That’s why I’ve never had them dipped in bronze. My wife thinks it would be a ridiculous expense: to have them dipped in bronze!. If they were dipped ir: bronze | wouldn’t mind you and your eight pinky porky pinelets gnawing upon them. Because they might break their nasty little teeth!” Miz Pinky smiled kindly up at the sorrowfull face of G.P. Jones. ‘‘Why, of course, Mr. Green Peas, and please do water the lawn, because we've had such a long dry spell here in Cassiar that | feel that a sprinkle wouldn’t hurt it a bit! And,” she went on,”! purely do believe that we need a bath.’’ She looked at Whiffer reproachfully, who blush- ed and hid his head behind his paws. End of Chapter 4 Chapter 5 is the last chapter and deals with the confront- ation where G.P. Jones agrees to supply acorns in perpetu- ity with a COLA clause. Lioness Amwual Christmas Bazaar Sunday x Rec Centre December ee 2-5 pm. “Ist PRIZE —MR.AND MRS.INDIAN SWEATERS 2nd PRIZE—3 FT. 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