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and stumbled at times in the deep drifts. With a thousand long, exploring fingers, a fresh wind crept down from the Arctic, lifting the dry snow in little powdery whirlings, weaving new patterns on its rippled surface. A pale sun crept behind a blanket of leaden clouds and the wind whistled with a dry, dreary hissing, suck- ing eternally at my little store of warmth.

The sourness of second-hand air, stag- nant, overheated, was welcome when I entered the Melinchuk cabin. Whilst I blinked frost from eyelashes, and fumbled ice from eyebrows, thin, stunted Pete and his cadaverous woman stared in supicious uncertainty, and three fat little Melin- chuks peered from behind a hanging blanket which curtained off an end of the long room.

“Cold.” Mrs. Pete said, finally, and ladled cabbage soup into a tin plate.

“Cold.” Pete echoed, taking his cue from the woman, and pulling a stool up to the table for me.

Whilst the soup trickled down warmly they all. watched silently. From behind the hanging blanket came sounds of laboured breathing.

“Somebody sick?” I asked.

“Sure. Bad sick.” Pete said, with vig- orous noddings.

He walked over and pulled the blanket aside. On the lumpy mattress of a crude bed, a little white calf was lying, covered by a thick feather quilt. His eyes were wide and his tongue lolled.

“First one.” Pete said proudly. “Five weeks old. His mama dies and now he gets sick. Joe says keep him warm else he die, too.”

“Who's Joe?”

“Horse doctor. Neighbour.’’ Pete said, with more noddings.

I shook my head.

“Too hot for calf.” I told Pete. “You keep him in that bed and he die for sure.”

Pete shrugged and looked at his wife who turned away growling something in her own language. I knew she was tell- ing Pete it was none of my business, and not to believe me.

Long questioning about that latest rumour over the killing of Mike Snoski ended in the usual blind alley, and I left, refusing an invitation to stay overnight.

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I had-only been back in my detachmey office for a day and a half when J yx summoned urgently back to the foreign settlement. This time everybody had ney, for me. However irresolute Rabchak my have been in his attitude towards life there was no hesitation about his manne of leaving it. When he tied one end of; rope to a low rafter in his gimerack bam, and knotted the other end around his nec, there was insufficient drop to leave hin swinging, when he jumped off the edg of the manger. Rabchak remedied this hy drawing up his legs after he jumped, ani deliberately refusing to let them tou the ground. That he did not die quickly was evidenced by the splinters, driver deep under his finger nails, when le clawed the rough side of the stall in his choking agony. His will to die over-rote that urge for living which we know tole one of man’s strongest instincts. Mike Rabchak, grubby, confused little immt | grant, was able to deny himself th straightening of his legs which would hae saved his life.

The rest of the story was told by Simoi Petta, a bearded old man who spoke understandable English, and who looke! upon life from patient brown eyes st deep in a wrinkled face.

“Rabchak, he left a girl in the old land. Petta said, over black coffee and sot cream biscuits, after the burying.

“After he had saved enough money! this rich new land, he would send for tit girl. But things always went badly i him. He could never get ahead. The yea’ are long and the seas are wide, whet! woman is waiting. And it is hard to tah from the heart and to explain things when one cannot read or write. $0, # last, the girl took a husband over in the old land. It was Mike Snoski she mattie! His brothers farm the half section m& to the schoolhouse where they have tlt dances. Six months she was married, tit! she sickened and died. The brothers st! money to Mike, so that he could come att here and forget. But Rabchak, he never forget.”

“So it was Rabchak who did the kl’ ing?” I asked.

The old man shrugged.

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