The Tiffin tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1868-1887, 1873-02-06
logs, and al the mercy Of their slight

est quivsr.
''Luny Jacks poor wits had desert
ed him entirely after my fierce attack,
and he and the baby-bOy-a helpless
pair-had in some way wandered
out upon the rOll.way, and fallen over
the bank among the ponderOus logs,
where they lay Imprisoned in q
chance niche, with 3 fearful death
hanging over them. I stood para
lyZed. The logs often moved of them
selves we had heard them crashing
and numbering down the bank in the
middle Of the night, wakened by the
sound, though far away. Any move
ment l male might serve only to
hasten the death-crush. I called to
little Gi, and eheered him with as
hearty q voice as l could. He tOIdm
that Luny was asleep" and / shud-
dered as [ thought the odd little man
might be dead down there with the
poor baby. had never had much be-
lief in prayer, but L prayed then
prayed that 1 might save the two
alive. Then / went To work. Great
drops stood on my forehead As | NOV
ed cautiously cut, for every step might
be mUrderOUs one. The logs were
poised helter-skelter over the bank,
like heap Of giant jack-straws, and
could not tell where and how they
! touched each other ; yet l must 60 on.
Well 1t took me a half an hour 20
reach the place, and all the while C;i
talked meTrily on. He felt no fear
now that Old Log was coming to him,
but he little knew that Old Logs
I haQTf hf
/ breath a pain. At last | got down 70
I the level of the erevice I took the
child out first and then came anOth-
er climb, as fearful as the fOTmer-a
climb down to the frozen river. Ileav-
Ing the boy there, I went back, and,
lifting out Lucy, carried him down
also. He was not dead, but inssnsi-
BILE; his head was injured by the faIl.
l tell all this in a few words, but |
could not describe 10 YOU the long,
fearful agony of that hour among the
logs, when every step might possibly,
and even probably kill all three of Us.
"Aiter resting a few moments, l lifted
Luny again and, the child running
along by my side, went up the river
to an easier ascent, and started toward
the camp. Little Gii was far more
afraid OF the dark forest than of the
cell among the poised, Overhanging
logs.
'Luny died that night but before
his death, for several hours, his brain
was as clear as mine. He had gained
his mind back at the expense Of his
life. He beqaeathed the boy to me :
and in the presence Of all the camp
#. o. 4 q
Be. t. H,..i usnI, - gave me also
tIe belt Ui m1u-y.
For Gil - said IA 1 took It..
''NO-for YOU he answered Il
know you will take care of the boy
Gle told us nothing of himself or
his past life bat he gave me a little
worn Bible, wherein was written, in
a w0man's handwriting, Guy
And, a5 he pointed iO the boy, have
always supposed that "Guy''-mis-
called "Gp' by poor Luuy-was the
child's real name, and that his moth
er wrote 1t in the little Bible. But in
1 know nothing certain about
it do not even know whether the
boy was not poor Luny's child.
He Is mine now, however. and bears
my name. He is al school in Detroit,
and perhaps 1 shall be able to send
him to old Yale. He is all the world
to me.
1--WE buried Luny Jack under the
snow in a plne-fOrest, and then
started eastward with Guy. cannot
dwell upon this part Of my story but
| found my darling and we were mar
ried, although we both knew we could
not be long together. In two months
she was dead-cOnsumptiOn.
''She had written the note at her
fathers command, and also because
she thought l was weary Of the tie.
She never had much firmness, pOaF
child But l loved her.
81 came back here. The pine-forest
was more like q home to me than any
city, and I wanted to be alone. I
kept Guy with me until the was old
enough TO go TO school, and then I
sent him down to Detroit. Lucy's
money is invested for his use, but
ami educating him myself, and, if |
live, he shall be taught to steer clear,
at least, Of those rocks upon which l
was shipwTecked.
u own the caEap now, and have all
that | need in this world. TO-mOT-
row, If you stay long enough, / will
snow you Lucy's grave ana 1eaG-
stone. Lucy is there too, and Guy
has directions to lay me by her side
when my time comes. But Frederick
HOlcOmbe, you know, died long ago !;
50 the inscription will he simply
king log"