The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1870-01-06
How the Doctor got Lost I'm a
snow Storm.

We think the following story ''too good
to keep" aGd, as we premise not TO be-
tray the hero's name and place of resi-T
dence, we hope he will forgive US for tell
ing how he got LOST in a snow storm.
1t was a pleasant place--the home of
the Doctor-ijust in the edge of the woods
The house was one of those neat little
cottages where one always expects to find
comfort, peace and happiness 1t was.
almost hidden among the trees, with which
the grounds had been SO lavishly adorned.
Some were so large that you would think
they must be centuries old.
The doctor and his wife lived hero
alone, with the exception of boy whom
the doc:or had taken 10 do chores for him
and to be company for his wife when he
was attending his patients for, although
he was getting old, the people of the vii
lage could no; have been persuaded to give
up their faithful physician.
One day it had been snowing-such n
snow storm as you Western people seldom
see. The beautiful white fakes seemed
to vie with each other TO see which should
their destination first, and The sky above
seemed one endless sheet of snow
'tWcll," said the doctor 10 his wife, as
he returned from his round of calls, Il
am glad there are not many sick just now,
for | think home is the best place for an
old man like me = and he shook the snow
from his great coat and handed it TO Bruce
TO hang Up, saying that he should not need
II any more that night
Just as he had seated himself at the
tea-,able and his wife was pouring out his
Tea, Il loud rap was heard at the door.
sit is some belated traveller thought
the doctor as he arose to open the door.
II want you TO go and see my wife,
DOCTOR" said the visitor, as he seated him
self by the fire.
''What go ten miles such night as
this! 1t is impOssibIe!'' retortec the
doctor.
~ fear she will die" said the man,
''uniess you do. l have man here with
me, and we have shovels we will see
you safe through, if you will go"
The amount of it was, the doctor went.
Ii is not my purpose TO dwell on his
ride there. for it was made comparatively
easy by the aid of strong arms and show
! els nor of the sick woman, but of his
journey home.
The snow was still whirling thick and
/ fast as the doctor tucked himself snugly
in his light cutter for the homeward trip,
! ard started off briskly for Nellie was
anxious 10 get home TO her warm stable.
! The doctor was not very well acqnaint-
| ed with the roundabout way he had come,
/ and wi b the darkness and binding snow
Ire soon became bewiIdered. So after a
while, thinking he had driven farther than
The distance of his home, he thought he
would trust his horse to get him out of
his difficulty, and gave Nellie full liberty
to choose her own road; SO, after he had
gone on for some lime longer, Nellie
stopped and whinnied The doctor un-
mufiled a little and peercd around in the
! darkness and snow.
'Why, Nell, where are we ?" he said.
"This looks very much like Chestnut
/ Ridge; yes, there is the opening in the
trees at the turn of the hill, on the brow
Of the hill. This must be Chestnut Ridge
eight miles from home. Well, Nellie.
/ WE may as Neh CAM lOI lhc HI5ht, lOi
we can't get home,'
''IIew lucky that Bruce supplied us
we'll with blankets" soliloquized the doc
tor, as he unhitched Nellie from the cut
er and fastened one of the blankets on
! her and turned her loose to look out for
herself Then, spreading buffalo robe
on the snow and turning the cutter up, he
wrapped himself in his blankets and
crawlcd into his novel bed. and was soon
sound asleep.
His faithful dog was very uneasy all
night at his masters absence, and bounded
out at the first opportunity TO look for him.
Finding the cutter in such novel cqndi-
ton. he began to bark furiously around it.
You can judge of the doctors astontsh-
ment, when he came out Of his bedroom
TO find himself in his OWE door-yard, and
Nellie standing at the stable door, wou
dcring, no doubt, why she was treated sc
cooliy. Rural.