The Goldsboro star. [volume] (Goldsboro, N.C.) 1881-18??, 1881-11-26

were growing fainter and fainter /; evi
IDENTIFY they had concluded-no one wat
there and were going away. With al
their united voices they called agair
and Lucy looked out through her little
opening in the wall, and saw them, two
men, and one Of them was-yes,
it was Charlie Roscoe. She put her
mouth to the opening and called with
all her might: "Charlie, oh, Charlie
come back we're herep Then she
looked again and saw they had turned
and were running back.
"They're comingl they're coming r
she cried to Colomb; 'tit's Charlie, he'll
save us"-but Colomb had tainted.
The men were not long in making an
opening in the roof, for they were pre-
pared with their axes for just such
emergencies, having been at work all
night. They carried Colomb wrapped
III the bed clothes, across the ice to
their boat, and Lucy led old Gautiere,
trembling with fear and weakness, to
the same place. They shivered in the
bitter morning air, but Lucy soon
found work enough to keep her warm in
helping the men to pull the boat against
the strong current. Cakes Of ice came
rushing down, almost upsetting them
at times, and long timbers swung
around perilously near the boat as they
went dashinG down the river. Lucy
asked Charlie where they were, and
how far they had come. Below Vane,
he told her, and they had come fifteen
miles. Fifteen miles in a rocking,
surging house, among those enormous
cakes Of ice--she shivered again at her
rowing.
"Do you know that place ?" asked
Charlie. Lucy looked and saw soli-
tary house, standing amid enormous
cakes of ice, SO black from mud and
sand covering them and contained in
them that they looked more like cakes
of black lava than ice. That was like
no place she had ever seen.
'That is Glen Island" said Charlie.
She looked again, she could not believe
it. Glen Island was a pretty little town;
she and Charlie had gone to school
there, and it had churches, stores,
schools and houses of plenty. 1t could
not be.
'There is the railroad" continued
Charlie, as they got back nearer their
own home, or what had been home.
Lucy could only see vast sea stretch
ing out on every hand, with swift cur
entin the center and blocks of ice and
mud here and there in every direc.
tion. Sometimes there was the roof Of a
house or barn, anda few cattle perched
on the top OF some straw stacks, or
standing in the water hallway up to
their backs, the ice frozen so thickly
about them that they could not move.
She could see no signs of the railroad !;
if it was where Charley pointed, it was
buried under tons of ice.
f'Do you know this farm ?" asked
Charlie, again.
Lucy looked and saw acres of land
plunging into the river. Dead bodies
Of cattle lay here and there, caught
among the cakes Of ice, and part OF
harvester whirled by them in the water.
No, she had never seen il, shewas sure.
"That is 10 Aims, said Charlie.
She caught her breath and looked
again. All those broad acres and barns
and horses and cattle, that her sister
had talked of SO often, gone. AS she
looked, she caught sight Of a man
wedged in between two large cakes Of
ice not far from them.
'There's o man, Charlie" she said,
under her breath, for the sight Of him
had sent horror to her.
"It's Jo," cried Charlie, as the boat
swung around so they could see his face,
s'and he's dead"
Oolomb cried out at that and begged
them not to stop, and indeed they could
not in that swift river. How terrible it
all seemed as they went on. Far of,
the bluffs, like the banks OF the sea, in
the center Of which was their strug-
Cling boat, on every side roofs Of
churches, houses, barns, or wrecks Of
them all. The comfortable farms, that
the year before had been covered with
wheat, buried in water and ice, some
half washed into the river, and many
covered with deposit of sand that had
ruined them for years, at least. Cattle,
horses, reapersy mowers, everything
gone, and sometimes the owners, too,
like poor Jo. Great trees were torn up
by the roots, or cut off clean and
smooth, some stripped Of their bark,
their large trunks seeming half human
as they lay there ruined and helpless.
One was still standing, and perched
in its branches were three women
whom Lucy recognized as her former
neighbors. Mrs. Ole Oleson, Mrs. Stark
Starkson and Mrs. Peterson. Each had q
babe in her arms and all called loudly,
for help. The men brought the boat
rs near as possible to them, and prom
ised to send them help at once, but
their boat was full. The women begged
piteously. They had ell got together
in one house, they said, and when that
was going had climbed into this tree
and had been there all night and we're
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