The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1872-07-18
THE REsCuER AND THE RESCUED
NJ AN OLD SCOUT.


1t had been raining for nearly week at
Jackson's Gulch, in the West Mountains,
and the four miners had given up the at
tempt to keep out the cold, beating rain
that penetrated every crevice Of roof and
wall in the little rudely constructed cabin
in which they had made their abode.
Through the low wide-topped structure
of sticks and clay that answered for chin.
uey the slautiug rain beat in, and falling
on the dast.dying fire, kept up perpe'u-
al 6zzlc aud putting that threatened to con
vert the ashes into mortar, and cxtinguish
the Gre before morning.
Outside, and but few yards from the
cabin. Knots Creek, usually the LATEST.
dryest little stream, with scarcely enough
water in is rudy, bed to DO tho :vsslig,s
e1itiED6d Il prospcclors, was new
tearing and boiling down. Jatkson's Guile!
with hourly increasing forcs;' venom and
volume.
1.-TWO feet more, aud tile creek wi u be
up Hle cabin" said young Allen Smith,
as be entered and dashed the water from
his cap and. shook bis oil skin coat, 4hef
gli,tered like yellow srmor by the di"
lamp light, and ratified, rs be threw j Oh
the bench, like q coat~of mail.
"Did you eyer hear such rain?"
Sim jerks did not expect au answer to
the question, and be was not disappointed
His companions maintained agloomy 81
lcnce, hut their bronzed, bearded faces
said palmer than words.
1--WE have been living for twenty five
to forty years, and, in justice to truth,
volume, GOODNESS and undisguised vindic
tiveness, this here rain in Jsckson's Gulcb
jist lays over anything Of the kind we ev
er saw. felt or heard Of With one honor.
able exception, and that was when The
food swept over the world, and gave some
folks a show; but there's nary show 10
Jacksou's Gulcb!" .
"What makes it so bad," said Dick
Gross, q fat, heavy.set man, With husky
voice and red face, las our grub and drink
amt in dealt proportion. could eat all
the feed on hand, and then feel awful hol.
ler"-he laid bis band on the part Of bis
person where the feliug Of vacuity was felt.
and would not be decreased BY transferring
to it the limited stock Of provisions on
hant but there's drink cnoush-very
thin. to be sure-to supply all created and
bis relatives forever" q{.
'"We can do nothing now till daylight.
Then We must try to climb the cliffs and
get over to Hemphilrs reach that is the
nearest point" said Allen Smith, as be
tried to trim the sickly, yellow lamp fasten-
ed to log in the corner, where it burned
With, very wagering and undecided fame.
as ifabout to succumb to the splatteriug
rain, after 0, long and sufficient struggle to
prove its own desire to burn.
Had HemFhill's ranch been further of,
Or other places Of possible refuge nearer,
still it would have been the first place to
suggest itself to Allen Smiths mind, for
Sol He,nphiIl and bis wife always made
him as welcom as their own hoy, now
away to the Twin Lakes, and the pretty
face Of Lucy Hempbill always bcamed.
with no effort to disguise her delight at bis
approach
about git.iu' up the cliffs. Allen, let
me say it aiu't in any Rocky Mountain
sheep to CLUB s'rnpht up six hundred
foe, ofslippery WALL and not so much as
o blade Of grass 10 hang on to; and ifa'