The Challenge of the North

The Challenge of the North

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Title: The Challenge of the North
Author: James Hendryx
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THE CHALLENGE OF THE NORTH
BY
JAMES HENDRYX

GARDEN CITY --------- NEW YORK
DOUBLEDAY, PAGE & COMPANY
1922

COPYRIGHT, 1922, BY
DOUBLEDAY, PAGE & COMPANY

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The Challenge of the North
I
Oskar Hedin, head of the fur department of old John McNabb's big
store, looked up from his scrutiny of the Russian sable coat spread
upon a table before him, and encountered the twinkling eyes of old
John himself.
"It's a shame to keep this coat here--and that natural black fox piece,
too. Who is there in Terrace City that's got thirty thousand dollars to

spend for a fur coat, or twenty thousand for a fox fur?"
Old John grinned. "Mrs. Orcutt bought one, didn't she?"
"Yes, but she bought it down in New York----"
"An' paid thirty-five thousand for a coat that runs half a dozen shades
lighter, an' is topped an' pointed to bring it up to the best it's got. Did I
ever tell ye the story of Mrs. Orcutt's coat?"
"No."
"It goes back quite a ways--the left-handed love me an' Fred Orcutt has
for one another. We speak neighborly on the street, an' for years we've
played on opposite sides of a ball-a-hole foursome at the Country Club,
but either of us would sooner lose a hundred dollars than pay the other
a golf ball.
"It come about in a business way, an' in a business way it's kept on. Not
a dollar of McNabb money passes through the hands of Orcutt's
Wolverine Bank--an' he could have had it all, an' he knows it.
"As ye know, I started out, a lad, with the Hudson's Bay Company, an'
I'd got to be a factor when an old uncle of my mother's in Scotlan' died
an' left me a matter of twenty thousand pounds sterling. When I got the
money I quit the Company an' drifted around a bit until finally I bought
up a big tract of Michigan pine. There wasn't any Terrace City then. I
located a sawmill here at the mouth of the river an' it was known as
McNabb's Landin'.
"D'ye see those docks? I built 'em, an' I've seen the time when they was
two steamers warped along each side of 'em, an' one acrost the end, an'
a half a dozen more anchored in the harbor waitin' to haul McNabb's
lumber. The van stood on this spot in the sawmill days, an' when it got
too small I built a wooden store. Folks began driftin' in. They changed
the name from McNabb's Landin' to Terrace City, an' I turned a many a
good dollar for buildin' sites.

"The second summer brought Fred Orcutt, an' I practically give him the
best lot of the whole outfit to build his bank on. The town outgrew the
wooden store an' I built this one, addin' the annex later, an' I ripped out
the old dam an' put in a concrete dam an' a power plant that furnished
light an' power for all Terrace City. Money was comin' in fast an' I
invested it here an' there--Michigan, an' Minnesota, an' Winconsin pine,
an' the Lord knows what not. Then come the panic, an' I found out
almost over night that I was land poor. I needed cash, or credit at the
bank, or I had to take a big loss. I went to see Fred Orcutt--I banked
with him, those days, an' he knew the fix I was in. Yes, the bank would
be glad to accommodate me all right; if you could of been there an'
heard Fred Orcutt lay down his terms you'd know just how damn glad
they'd of been to accommodate me. It kind of stunned me at first, an'
then I saw red--the man I'd befriended in more ways than one, just
layin' back till he had me in his clutches! Well, I lit out an' told him just
what I thought of him--an' he got it in log camp English. It never fazed
him.