The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1886-03-25
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Charles Anison's Ten Mile-rr1p in the
Frozen Wilds of Maine.
A Bangor Me-, correspondent of the
New York Sun writes: Charles A. Al
lison, the New York sportsman who
had such a terrible experience at
Moosehead lake on Saturday last, was
in Bangor to-day on his way home.
The Suns representative found him
in comfortable room at the the Pen
nobscot exchange seated before blaz-
ing hearth, and listened to some of the
details of his perilous journey. Mr.. Al
lison is a young law student of New
York city, where he has also been con-
nected with the press. Since last sum-
mer he has been camping out by HIM
self at Brasson lake, near Moosehead,
having royal good time shooting and
fishing. He had sent his traps in adj
vance to the Kineo house, with the in
tent of returning home, and on Satur-
day he started on snow shoes to walk
to the hotel, distance of ten miles,
there to take tho stage for the railroad
at West Cove, at the foot of the lake.
He trudged along toward Moose river
for while all right, but the drifts be-
| came of such nature that he cast the
snow-shoes aside and started on mecca
sins. When he reached the mouth of
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he found. to his dismay, that there was
stretch of open water before him.
He started to follow up the river for a
crossing, but had not gone far when
the ice broke, and he went into the
water to his shoulders, barely saving
| himself by stretching out his arms.
He then kept along the shore for dis
lance, but the snow was four feet deep,
and he was again obliged to take 10
the ice.
Soon again he broke through, and
this time went so deep that he got q
drink of water, which his parched
month sadly needed. By great exer-
tons he managed to crawl out, and
then sat down on a spot of sound ice
to rest and try to tie one of his mecca
sins, which had fallen off. So slow
was he tying the knot with his be-
numbed fingers that when the opera
ton was finished he found that the shoe
had frozen to the ice, and he was
obliged to cut it off and proceed bare
footed. He half walked, half crawled
along the ice, breaking through every
few rods. and getting OUTFLOW he
knew not. His wet clothing had by
this time frozen stiff, and he only kept
from freezing to death by rolling in
the deep snow on the banks. This
gave him the appearance of a veritable
ghost of winter, the snow having chung
like feathery mantle about his drip
ping form. Once he was almost bur-
led by falling over the crest of wing
dam into huge drift.
There is one habitation only on
Moose river, the cabin of Tom Willer,
and this Allison knew, but he did not
know how near he was to it. At length,
wearied out, he was about to lie down
in snowy grave, when, almost with
out hope, he shouted for help. There
was no answer. 1t seemed like shout
to the winds. He called again, and
there was faint echo. He was near
Tom Willer's. Willer came out on the
bank but the ice between him and the
freezing sportsman was thin, and had
not two Bangor woodsman bravcly ex-
posed their lives by going out through
the thin ice to their necks in water,
pushing an old tlatboat before them.
young MIR. Allison would never have
seen New York again. He was kindly
cared for at the cabin, and was soon in
Bangor, healthy and well. having,
thanks to his snow bathes, suffered no
serious injury from freezing.
''Do you see that hat?' he asked,
pointing 20 al old Derby on the table.
well. wore that hat in camp, and
thought it would hardly do to go home
to New York in. bu, took notion to
bring it a.ong as an old friend Well,
| probably fell into the water fifty
times, but ever! tine 1 chung to the
old hat. and once i'll my despair found
myself talking to it, as a mailman, and
asking it not to desert me-