The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1875-01-29

In the city of Hartford, Conn, lives the
hero of the true story am about to relate.
but no longer "llttle," as the perilous adj
venture which made him famous in his
native town happened several years ago.
Our hero was then fright, active boy
of fouriecn-the son of mechanic. In
the severe winter of 1885 the father worked
in factory about n mile from his home,
and every day they carried him his dinner
across piece OF meadow land.
One keen, frosty day, he found the snow
on this meadow nearly two feet deep, and
no traces Of the little foot-path remaining.
Yet he ran on as fast as possible, plunging
through drifts, keep himself warm by
vigorous exercise, and brave, cheerful
thoughts
When in the midst of the meadow, fully
half mile from the house, he suddenly felt
himself going down, down.
lie had fallen in o well. He sank down,
down into the dark, icy waters, but rose
Immediately to the surface. There he
grasped hold of a plank which had fallen
into the well as he went down. One end
of this rested on the bottom of the well, the
other rose about four feet above the surface
of the water.
The poor lad shouted for help until he
was hoarse and almost speeches. but all
in vain, as 1t was impossible to make him.
self heard from such depth and at such a
distance from any house. So at last he con-
cluded that if he was saved at all he must
save himself, and begin at once, as he was
getting extremely cold in the water So he
went to work.
First he drew himself up the plank, and
braced himself against the wall of the well
which was of brick, and quite smooth.
Then he pulled off his coat, and taking out
his pocket-knife he cut off his boots that he
might to work to greater advantage. Then,
with his feet against one side of the well,
and his shoulders against the other, he
worked his way up, by the most fearful eX-
ertion, about half the distance to the top
Here he was obliged to pause to take
breath and gather up his energies for the
work yet before him. Far harder was it
than all he had gone through, for. the side
being from that point covered with ice, he
must cut with MS knife grasping places for
his fingers, slowly and carefully, all the
way up.
1t was almost hopeless attempt, but it
was all that he could do. And here the lit
tie hero lifted up his heart to God and pray
ed feryently for help, fearing that he could
never get out alone.
Doubtless the Lord heardh his voice calling
from the deep, and pitied him. He wrought
no miracle to save him, but He breathed in-
to his heart larger measure of calmness
and courage, strengthening him to work
out his own deliverance.
After this the little hero cut his way up
ward inch by inch. His wet stockings froze
to the ice, and kept his feet from slipping,
but his shirt was quite worn from his shoul-
ders ere he reached the top.
lie did reach it at last, crawled out into
the snow, and laid down for a moment to
rest, painting out his breath in little white
clouds on the clear, frosty air
His clothes soon troze to his body, but
he no longer suffered with cold, as full OF
Joy and thankfulness, he ran to the fac.
tory, where his father was waiting and
wondering.
The poor man had to 60 without his din
ner that day, but YOU may be sure he cared
little about that, while listening with tears
in his eyes to the thrilling story his son had
to relate to him.
have not heard of the hero for two OF
three years, but trust he is growing w
into brave, heroic man, and hope he
will never forget the Heavenly Friend who
did not forget him in the hour of his great
need.
There is an old saying that truth lies al
the bottom of well.
/ trust that this brave boy found and
brought up from there this truth Goo
helps those who help themselves"