Kenosha tribune and telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1855-1855, 1855-06-14

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and cried, filed with terror, to his brother
'Tom-brother Tom-do answer, Tom
Great God!Gha such terrible end fallen
to your share lsss .sbs
No! it would have been well for him il
that had been his lot; he still lived, and his
weak voice, at no great distance, struck the
hunters attentive ear. g
'Al merciful Heavens!' the latter cried
when he hac quickly leaped over couple
of trees laying in his way. and with a bla-
zing pine torch in his hand stood before him
he sought.
'Al merciful Heavens he repeated in al
most maddening agony; and covered his
face with his hands, for close to him as pale
as corpse, with both his thighs buried be
meath and immense oak. which was shatter-
ed from top TO bottom, lay his Tom, his
brother, the playmate of his youth, the dar-
ling of his heart.
It's very cold.' the unhappy man wills
pered, and looked up imploringly, 10 the
hunter, wheapparently incapable ofany fur
Their movement, stood near him as if hewn
out of stone-'Its very cold, Bill, can't
you bring me a little fire?'
These words broke the charm which SEEM
ed to possess his half unconscious brother.
n Tom, Tom he cried, as he threw HIM
selfwith groans on the mutiiated form of his
dearest companion.
You hurt me, Bill, the latter entreated,
my arm pains me, and it's so cod'
wait, YOU shall have fre-in few Sec
onds.' Bill now cried as he hastily sprung
up. 'lie there moment longer, and I'll fetch
you some ashes, and then helpyo upon
v moments PATIENCE and in haste he flew
back to the still burning mp-fre All. he
did not notice the features of the unhappy
man, as he begged him tohave patience. lie
hurriedly collected all the ashes and burn
ing wood his arms could hold-the flames
scorching his hunting shirt and hands-he
did not notice it, but flew back to his broth
er's side; plenty of drift wood lay around.
and in moment a bright, cheering fire
tlared by the side of the tree, under whose
giant weight the poorfellow lay buried alive
Bill now regarded with shudder the ter
rible scene, and madly threw himselfon the
tree which hundred men could not have
raised, and tried his utmost strength on an
impossibility.
Bill, Tom gently begged, come here,
me-give me your hand-thats right.
And now, Bill, Go you really love mc?'
A convulsive grasp of his brothers hand
answered the question; speak he could not,
for the tears he had suppressed with diff
Guilty. suffocated every sound
VIII you do me a service?' Tom innpIored
drawing the unresis,ing man closer to him.
a servicen Bill whispered service -
What can YOU ask that | would not do it, if
it was in my power?'
You promise to do it?'
What is it?' the hunter asked in terror.
Take your rifle Tom begged, and put
an end to my su.lerings.
Toni the brother cred, as lie sprung
up in horror.
Put an end to my sufferings, the unhap-
py man cntroated Bill, brother. if you ever
loved me prove it now. Do not let me per-
sh, slowly and horribly
L will save you if it cost me my life. cried
Bill, Il will return with assistance this vciy
night
That is not possible, the poor fellow re-
piled, sorrowful!y shaking his head The
next settlement is by the nearest road, at
least fifteen miles from here but the road
you would have 10 take to Ground the rocks
and ravines, is twenty, and if you come
back and bring fifty men with you, what
help could they give me? Both my thighs
are shattered, and the nearest doctor lives
at Little Rock, hundreds OF miles from here,
and whittier we scarce know the direction.
Bill, will you let me lie here for days, and
afterwards see me perish miserablv?'
Ask my own life, and YOU shall have it
with pleasure; but don'trequire such a ter
rible thing Of me: it must be possible to save
you-I have my tomahawk-I can cut this
tree drought CAN
Can you cure wounds like these?' Tom
interrupted him, and pointed with his hand
TO his thigh. 1t was terrible sight, and The
brother fell upon his knees, with groan.
4 cannot murder you, he gently said.
And do you call that murder? Oh, Bill,
he continued, could you only fancy the pain
| am now suffering, you would take compass
sion--would not let me beg in vain.
f will give you rille--don't make me
my BROKERS' murderer Bill groaned.
My right arm is also broken; | cannot
even If would
Tom the powerful man sobbed, as he
threw himself by his brothers side; what is
it YOU want of mes?
What did you lately do to Nestor, when
the bear had torn him SO terribly
Il shot him.
lie was your favorite dog
Bill only answered with sobs.
And you loved him more than me?'--
Tom now asked almost eproachfuly.'
'Oh, why did l not heed your warning,
when we last last night reached this unhap-
py spot? why did not avoid the decayed
trees that threatened us on all sides? why
Bill, the unhappy man interrupted him,
do you mean to free ME from my tortures?'
4 will, the poor fellow sobbed on his
brothers neck. They held one another in
close embrace for long while, but when
Tom tried to unloose his hold, his brother
only held him the tighter. Day at length
broke in the east, and the sun shone on the
chaos of the wildly scattered trees around.
'Letus part, Tom whispered, be man.