The Arkansaw traveler., 1884-02-02
Beyond this brief hin, there was noth-

Ing intellg1oie m ms sayings. NOW ana then a word of pity or sorrow was spoken by some one, but not word of hope, until suddenly Bill Lewis quietly, but firmly and confidently, remarked:
 "Pards that yer kid must be saved. If you fellers have mind to turn in an help-well an good but, anyhow, that kids goin' to be saved for his mother"
 It was thirteen miles east over the range to the nearest cabin. The summit was rearly 1000 feet in height, and upon 1t storm was raging. The spurs to the north and west were utterly inn passable. The only way out was down the gulch by the same route over which they had recently come in. Although by this trail there would be no storm, there was worse. There were slides, precipices, and difficulties innumerable. Besides, il would only lead into the broad valley of the Gunnison. The range must yet be crossed to the east before a railroad town could be reached, or the advantages of shelter and medical attendance secured. They believed the boy would die before morning. How, then, could he be saved :
 Bill, seeing their questioning looks, answered them:
 See here. pards; the boy amt near so sick as ye think he is. He's tired, wore out, an teetotally discouraged; but he's young, ain't burnt out with whisky .-an' in my opinions more homesick than sick. I've seen them fellers before. If we kin make him understand there's chance of his gittin' home, he'll hang on so we kin git him home. I'll rig a litter on Balaam fBalaam was Bills burrol an VIC Il take him down the valley to Taylor Creek A couple O you fellers kin then cross the range by Brush Creek trail to Copper Creek, an git more fellers thar, an meet me an the kid on the summit O Red Mountain. There's an empty cabin at tmberaine on the yves, O Red Moun- tain, an meet me thar an hour by sun to- morrow. If yer hustle yer'll git thar. Yer oughter ter fetch up by midnight on the summit
 1, is useless to attempt to convey an idea of what the plan involved.
 i None but those who have seen these vast stretches of rock and snow-save, perhaps, those who have contemplated for an hour Bromley's Everlasting Shows of Colorado can appreciate the magnitude of the undertaking. But they knew the boy mus, die if he remained where he was, and as the plan offered a possible chance of success, they adopted i it.
 They were ready in an hour. Bill l rigged a litter upon his burro. as Indians do, and in il placed Little John. At II o'clock the procession started down the galch. There were two men besides Bill While these went forward aad picked out the trail. Bill attended to the litter. Their progress was slow, and their mishaps many, but without serious accident they reached the valley at daylight, and al I o'clock were at Taylor Creek.
 Little John was no worse. He was partly conscious, and had been made to understand that he was going toward home. Bills assistants were 10 leave him at thls point, and he delivered last in. Junction.
 Now. pards, let's have no hitches kin make the cabin in five or six hours easy enough, an shall stop thar an houi to rest an warm If kin make the neNl two miles over the summit the thing done. But its no use talkin'-,hat's hell If it's quiet like. mebbe kin make it. Ii ii storms God help. You must be thar at the summit at midnight. If the snow's drtted bad, Balaam cant make il, an we Il have 10 carry the boy. When you git thar. If it storms, hunt round, an yer'll ind me an Balaam an the kid somewnar in the snow. Now git an an'-if you ever loved yer mo,hcrs-d don I you fail "
 The two departed; reached and passed the summit before daylight had faded and al o'clock were in the timber oi Copper creek on the eastern slope. In a few minutes more they were in snug cabin by glowing fire, telling their story to four fearless, bighearted miners.
 They all knew Bill Lewis. and thought he could win if any man could but they had little hope of finding Little Iohn alive. They all. however willingly made ready to set out. They had eight miles of omparatively easy trail. which they though, they could do in three hours. leaving them two hours in which to climb the two miles from timber line to the Red Mountain summit. Without great difficulty they reached the foot of the slide in the time proposed. But diseour- aging indeed was the prospect upon ar irving there. The dreary waste of snow. snow. nothing but snow, stretching up. up. up, al an angie of seventy degrees, until |, faded in the uncertain light the wind roaring far above their heads as it came sweeping over from the other side all brough, d swift sense of their own powerlessness as agains, the appalling forces of nature. which weighed down and discouraged them drearily.
 One by one they orawled up the fear tul winding way. Not word was spoken. No one had heart to speak or breath to spare. Even minutes seemed long in a tune and place like this, and i, seemed an age before they saw the top and. oh, how long before they reached 1t 1.
 They had hitherto been warm enough. But when they turned the summi, the cold west wind chilled them through. There was no snow falling. but the wind was driving and swirling the recent snow in small cyclones of arctic horror around their shrinking forms. In momen, they had ahapaopei sveyx. boDa