A Mating in the Wilds

A Mating in the Wilds, by
Ottwell Binns

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Author: Ottwell Binns
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A MATING IN THE WILDS
BORZOI WESTERN STORIES

THE CROSS PULL By Hal G. Evarts
THE LONG DIM TRAIL By Forrestine Hooker
A MATING IN THE WILDS By Ottwell Binns

A MATING IN THE WILDS

BY
OTTWELL BINNS

NEW YORK ALFRED A. KNOPF 1920
COPYRIGHT, 1920, BY ALFRED A. KNOPF, INC.
PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

CONTENTS
I THE MAN FROM THE RIVER, 7
II AN ATTACK AT MIDNIGHT, 18
III A LOST GIRL, 31
IV A PIECE OF WRECKAGE, 43
V A BRAVE RESCUE, 56
VI A MYSTERIOUS SHOT, 68
VII STRANDED, 80

VIII A MEETING IN THE FOREST, 95
IX UNDER THE GREENWOOD TREE, 105
X A CANOE COMES AND GOES, 118
XI A FOREST FIRE, 132
XII THE RAFT, 146
XIII A LODGE IN THE WILDERNESS, 158
XIV MYSTERIOUS VISITORS, 172
XV A FACE AT THE TENT-DOOR, 185
XVI AN ARROW OUT OF THE NIGHT, 199
XVII THE ATTACK, 212
XVIII A DEAD GIRL, 225
XIX A HOT TRAIL, 238
XX A PRISONER, 251
XXI CHIGMOK'S STORY, 264
XXII AINLEY'S STORY, 278
XXIII A SURPRISE FOR AINLEY, 292
XXIV THE TRAIL TO PARADISE, 305
CHAPTER I
THE MAN FROM THE RIVER
The man in the canoe was lean and hardy, and wielded the paddle

against the slow-moving current of the wide river with a dexterity that
proclaimed long practice. His bronzed face was that of a quite young
man, but his brown hair was interspersed with grey; and his blue eyes
had a gravity incompatible with youth, as if already he had experience
of the seriousness of life, and had eaten of its bitter fruits. He was in a
gala dress of tanned deerskin, fringed and worked by native hands, the
which had quite probably cost him more than the most elegant suit by a
Bond Street tailor, and the effect was as picturesque as the heart of a
young male could desire. To be in keeping with such gay attire he
should have worn a smiling face, and sung some joyous chanson of the
old voyageurs, but he neither sang nor smiled; paddling steadily on
towards his destination.
This was a northern post of the Hudson Bay Company, built in the form
of a hollow square with a wide frontage open to the river. The trading
store, the warehouse, and the factor's residence with its trim garden,
occupied the other three sides of the square, and along the river front
was a small floating wharf. A tall flag-pole rose above the buildings,
and the flag itself fluttered gaily in the summer breeze, taking the eye at
once with its brave colouring.
The young man in the canoe noticed it whilst he was half a mile away,
and for a moment, ceasing his paddling, he looked at it doubtfully, his
brow puckering over his grave eyes. The canoe began to drift backward
in the current, but he made no effort to check it, instead, he sat there
staring at the distant flag, with a musing look upon his face, as if he
were debating some question with himself. At last he spoke aloud, after
the habit of men who dwell much alone.
"The steamer can't have come yet. It probably means nothing except
that the factor is expecting its arrival. Anyway I must have the grub,
and I can get away in the morning."
He dipped his paddle again. The canoe ceased to drift and began to
forge ahead towards the post. Before he drew level with it, he started to
steer across the current, but instead of making for the wharf, beached
his canoe on the rather marshy bank to the north of the buildings; then
having lifted it out of the water, he stood to his full height and stretched

himself, for he had been travelling in the canoe eleven days and was
conscious of body stiffness owing to the cramped position he had so
long maintained.
Standing on the bank he surveyed the river carefully. Except for a
drifting log there was nothing moving on its wide expanse. He listened
intently. The soft wind was blowing down