The aegis & intelligencer. [volume] (Bel Air, Md.) 1864-1923, 1882-01-27
Good Deeds.

A Winnipeg correspondent tells story OF
daring and selfsacrifice in which Pierre
Macheret, o hunter, figures as hero. Early
in September Pierre started northward for
the purpose of carrying package to trader
on one OF the lakes, having completed which
task he intended to hunt until the close OF
the present season. At the upper end of
Lake Winnipeg he fell in with two Indians
and half breed, who were hunting in COM
pany. Pierre was so loose.tongued as to tell
the half-breed the object of his Journey. The
latter suspected that the contents ofthe pack
age were valuable, and with the assistance of
the Indians he robbed the messenger, leaving
him unconscious in the trail When Pierre
regalned his senses he started in pursuit of
| the robbers. AS he had lost his rifle he could
procure no other food than berries and roots.
lie kept the trail faithfully, however, and on
the second day after the outrage found the
half-breed nearly dead in some grass on the
margin of pond. Pierre learned from the
fellow that the Indians had knocked him
down and stabbed him in the throat
! They had jumped at the conclusion that the
package contained bank-notes, and had
plotted to rob the robber. A few yards away
were the important papers-ordcrs for the
seasons trade-which the Indians in disgust
had thrown away Pierre was very weak
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his back, and bore him to the nearest post,
thirty four miles distant The laborious deed
of mercy required four days of constant eff.
fort, during which time Pierre supported his
assaiant and himself with his recovered gun.
Having placed the halfbreed among those
who could nurse him the generous fellow de-
llvcred the papers at the post for which he
had started originally.
few evenings ago, as Albert F. Poole, n
youth OF II years, was walking along road
near Savin hill, just out from Boston on the
Old Colony line, he saw wagon standing
directly across the track. Poole struck a
match looked at his watch, and shouted to
the teamster that within the next five min
utes three trains would pass that spot The
driver appeared to be confused or befuddled
Poole at once decided TO take matters in his
own hands. He saw at glance that the
heavily laden wagon was stuck hard and fast
between the tracks, and that should train
come along from either direction great dam.
age would he done. He jerked off his over
coat and ran at the top of his speed to the
station. There he procured red lantern,
from the station keepers wife, the only adult
around, and ran down the track. The 6
O'Clock steamboat train was due, but not in
sight Poole bounded along, swinging his
light Stumbling falling, and regaining his
feet until the welcome whistle of down.
brakes reached his ear Then, turning, he
ran to stop an inward bound accommoda-
ton train, which he barely succeeded in
doing. The train.mcn grumbingly put their
hands to the wheels and removed the obstruc-
ton. In the morning papers next day Poole
read that three trains were brought to
standstill near Savin last evening by drum
ken fellow with red light. Still he had the
satisfaction of feeling that but for his cool
ness and activity many lives might have been
lost