The Union and journal. [volume] (Biddeford, Me.) 1858-1882, 1870-07-29
BIDDEFoRD, ME-, FRIDAY

over. / staggered against the side OF the
shed, closed my eyes, and sank half down
TO the ground. Ihcard Jerky give n sud-
den snort of terror. and opened my eyes.
He had discovered the danger ut last, and
comprehended 1t all in an instant. The
train could not have been more than thirty
feet from him. when he made one tre-
mendous jump, and went through. the
opening. The beam caught the high
Mexican saddle. tore II into fragments,
and frightfully laccratcd his back, but his
weight, and the strength which mortal
terror gave him. carried him through.
and he fell on the snow, outside. 1 sprang
after him. Just as the locomotive came
abreast of me, and fell. trembling, exhaust
ed. and fainting, beside him.
don't think tho engiucor saw US at all.
I did not see him. so far rs | could re-
member afterward. 1t was half an hour
before could gather strength enough to
regain my feet. When / did so l got my
exhausted and bleeding horse upon his
legs, and replaced the wreck of the sad
die upon his lacerated back. securing it,
rs well as / could. with some thongs cut
handkerchief. torn into strips, and prepar-
ed to resume my journey. In u canon
filed with the black shadow Of the noun
tain. saw what appeared to be the dim
outlines of several cabins. That must be
Camp No.! Pulling my limping
steed AFTER me by the bride, made my
way slowly and painfully down to the
nearest cabin. and knocked ut the door.
"Git !" was the response which came to
the third or fourth knock. repeated the
knocking. "Git! you drunken son of y
gun! you have been yelling around hero
long enough Leaye-Or III put bull
let through your came in decided. and
most emphatic tones, from within. /
called out that was the doctor from
Camp, not the man they mistook mo
for, and wantel to know II that was Camp
-, and If John Smith was therc-,John
Smith. who was dying. and wanted tho
doctor So bad. There was moments de-
bate in whispers. between two or more
persons inside. then heard tho scratch
ing of matches, and the shuilling of heavy
slippers over the floor. and Mt last the door
was opened. "Be YOU the doctor? Well,
You are powerful weak-looking young
chicken, for doctor !" said John Smith
for it proved to DO hini-after he had
held the candle to my face, and deliber-
ately scrutinized my person for some Sec
onds.
You sent for me. / think, Mr.. Smith"
We'll, yes, did send for you; but I'm
kinder sorry now that did, for had con-
cluded to go over thar, tomorrow, on busi-
ness. anyhow
But the messenger said you were dy-
ing. or the next thing to it-almost dead,
! think he said
We'll, YES, was pretty considerable
scared mt the time. You see, had m
eruption come out right bad on my leg.
and was afraid thar il might be plenrisy
or new-nonia. or erysifilus' or suthin o.
that sort. and if I come over in the snow
and catched cold in 1t might a'gone in
He sat down on the side of his bunk, and
pulled up the drawer from his right SHIN;
there was patch of ringworm there,
about the size ofa silver dollar-and that
was all. made use Of some strong ex-
prcssions. don't of,en swear, but felt
aggravated, under all the circumstances,
and considered myself justified. l still so
consider. Mr.. Smith heard me through.
Then he arose maies.ically to his feet, and
thus relieved himself:
Young man! just put you up for a
derned fool, ON first sight-an' 1want sold
much Ef you hain't got no more sense
nor ter git mad 'bont tribes, you'll have
many long day ter wait fore you'll be
called on agin to visit this camp-an' it's
goin' to be u right lively camp in the
spring. YOU bet! did perpose ter ask
yer ter take drink bein' MS how it's late,
an you must a had purity good ride over
the mounting; but now, l just see yer
blessed first. Thar's the door; git! yer
derned. ornary. wizened, contemptible lit
tie scrub. an don't come foolin' around
here no more, Of yer don't want to git
hurt! Git"
l took his advice, and got" without
another word. just rs the gray dawn be-
gan to streak the sky over beyond the
Washoc Mountains.