Weekly hawk-eye and telegraph. [volume] (Burlington, Iowa) 1855-1857, 1856-05-28
AFenrful Aaycn,ur

Auc MiSSouTl AepuUllCdu LII u letter from
Kansas correspondent, has the following:
cat St. Josephs saw Mr.. A. T. Gorham, of
New York, who had just come in from the noun
tains in such state Of prostration and affliction
as could only have been occasioned by such ex-
posure, hardships and suffering as, perhaps ma
other man survived. In company with Canadian
and two Kentuckians, he left the country of the
Blackfeet Indians last fall, to join Culverson and
his party of Fort Pierre and accompany them to
the States. They arrived at Fort Pierre two
days after Culverso Is departure, and FASTENED
on after, in the hope of overtaking him. On
the thirdday one of those snow storms known only
to those bleak and elevated regions opened upon
them.
1t came down in solid masses to the depth OF
four feet, ard was blown about by drifting winds,
leveling uneven places penetrating their wagon
and clothes and obstructing their progress
Evening was approaching and they resolved to
make one more effort to reach more protected
place before night set in. They urged their
horses forward, but had not proceeded more
than a few hundred yards. German being noun.
ted on one of the horses, ana his companions in
the wagon when suddenly he felt himself brecip-
itated, he knew not how far, into abyss of snow
He was completely covered over, and knew not
which way to turn.
He struggled on, however, making slow and
tedious way, until he came to the surface-he
supposed hundred yards from where he sank
He looked around for his companions, but Meth.
er they nor they could be seen. The place
where they had fallen into the chasm was
smoothed over, and presented plane of snow
He cried aloud for them, but was only answered
by wild and wailing.
Afecl:ns Of dread and desolation andldespair te
came over him, and he was about to Weld himself
that death which seemed inevitble. Already had
the cold penetrated his frame darkness was GOV
ering the skies; increasing wind whirled the
still failing snow more furiously; he was alone
in vast, inhospitable, unknown country, with
out provisions, without shelter, without arms OF
ammunition, and he was fearful to take ster
in any direction, lest he should again be buried
in some deep abyss
His manhood was subdued, he wept like q
child; the memories of his happy home, and Of
his mother came fresh upon him; he knew the
many anxious hours, the miserable years, that
his fate would cause her; if he could only send
one word of ahectionate adieu, he could die in
peace, but that could not be and he must rouse
himself. He offered his first prayer for heavenly
aid he arose and moved forwards drought the
darkness and the drifts. He sometimes fell from
exhaustion, and felt inclined to repose but he
knewsthat one moments pause was fatal, and he
struggled on.
The next day he saw some bushes, gave him
hope of rest and warmth, but when he reached
them, he found to his dismay that the matches
in his pocket we're wet and spoiled, and could
not be ignited His feet had become sore and so
swollen from constant walking as TO burst the
soles from his shoes, and he was compelled to
crawl aud tumble himself along. Thus he work
ed his way through the next day, becoming more
faint each hour, and suffering a thousand deaths
from hunger, thirst, frosted limbs sore feet,
WEAKNESS and drowsness, when he deserted a
hut short way off.
Suddenly revived, like candle flicering in the
socket, the sprang forward few steps and
screamed or help, and fell senseless in the snow
Some Indians in the hut saw and heard him, and
went and brought him in and used all their res
torations upon him; but it was seveal days be-
fore he returned to consciousness and six long
weeks before he left his bed. He lost several Of
his toes and is otherwise permanently injured,
but through the assistance of some generous gen.
tlemcn of St. Joseph, he will be entitled to reach
his home.
His companions have never been heard Of
The place where they persisted Mr.. German as.
certained to be about thirty miles from where
the steamer White Cloud lies; but the snow
was still deep in the gulches when he left there
he gave their names, but regret that they have
escaped my memory.