The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1854-06-01
THE HORIZONS OF STARVATION,

Inc IOJoWlnR, Wnlcn IL tne experience
of minor, we clip from recent Califor-
mia paper:
Two men sought distant digging, >
became completely shut in by heavy
snow, and soon consumed all their food.
The writer says: 'On the second day of
our starvation, found the carcass of a
mule that had lost in the fall, which the
cayotas had nearly entirely devoured !;
but on examination we found small piece
of flesh remaining on the lower thigh,
which we carefully cut off, with the hope
that we could eat it ourselves. But it
was no go; it wouldn't stick. We tried
it in every way possible, but to no pur-
pose 1t was more than our stomachs
could bear. What now to do we could
not tell. To get out was impossible
Death seemed to stare us in the face. Ny
companion became so respondent that he
gave up all hope, and would not leave the
camp, although he was much larger
and stronger man than myself; yet l kept
up much the best. But at the same time
| saw little chance but to starve; yet |
had faint hope that he would die first,
and then. For fear he might take
advantage of me, l seldom let nv rifle
out Of my hands. kept on my feet all
the time, although was getting exceed
ingly weak and the snow on the river bar
was four feet deep, and from six to ten
feet deep on the mountains.
Now all my fairy dreams of wealth and
happiness when l should get home, were
turned into gloom and darkness gold
lost its lustre. To become a cannibal was
horrifying; the thought of having to
starve to death and become food for wild
beasts was intolerable. Gold was of no
use. | would gladly have given all l pos.
sessed for one pound of bread, but alas,
| could not get it. My heart grew faint
within me. knew full well that there
was no chance for my men to get to me
before l must starve to death, unless my
companion should die, or =. To be-
come murderer seemed too heartless and
treacherous; but what could do? Thus
| reasoned, and struggled against reason
until hope was lost in despair. But hark
an idea occurs to me. | remember see
ing the track of cayota near the carcass
of that mule Hope springs up new
vigor is aroused, l snatChed up my rifle
and started off in the direction of the mule
with light heart and an eager and quick
step, with a hope Of yet escaping the
dreadful calamity that seemed to wait me.
On my reaching the carcass, l saw that
there was a cayota in the habit of COM
ing there. How to contrive some way to
kill it was the next thing to be done. At
ter some examination, | posted myself be-
hind rock. 1t was now getting near
dusk, and no cayots yet. Isat with eager
expectation, hoping the next moment
would bring some wild beast in sight
At the. first appearance of the animal, |
threw my rifle to my face and fired, in.
f1icting a death shot. Now nv heart was
filled with joy, and felt that he who ere,
ated me was able to feed me, and that il
was no more than just that should feel
the sting of the lash I had SO much de.
served from the hand of Him who had
thus far blessed and prospered me. On
my return to camp, I met my companion
who but moment previous struggling in
hopeless despair, might now be seen with
a frightened countenance, with tears ol
Joy chasing each other down his emacia.
ted cheeks.