The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1889-06-20

ANu 11h btsN W t@ft Mf huaii 4 kaa
rather short. for my back felt up. Ya
.nnsi think me mean skunk that 20
0 have 10 say thing like iha,. Bin Mac,
i Haven'iI treated you square ever since "
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Well. be seemed sorry 10 have spoke
like that. and we shook hands Then W
took measurements. and tried 10 lit tn
Nugget, and only grew surer each minu,,
that Il was q find, and no mistake.
couidn't help noticing that Bills face did
not get more sweet but couldn't tell th
reason: and even though II struck mo hi
eyes had grown very shifty.I was too ma,
With excitement 10 care much for any.
thing
FinslIy We aereel TO cover il over Ill
We could bring help ont from tho camp Il
carry 1t in We were working good hi,
away this done we startai 10 walk
back over the ridge. by short ont. tai K.
ing like one half mad over all we should
do with our new wealth.
Bill strobe on. strangely snlty; his hsn de
deep 10 his pockets.
faint 40 much to brsp oi after all, he
said, when there's two OF III TO share IL
You must be sorry yon ever went partners
with me; il II wasn't for that yon'd be ibe
richest chap in the valley
don't mind going shares. / said. We
we're up on the top OF the ridge By now.
Just where the path WAS narrowest, aud I
was walking on the outside Bless you, l
don't mind.
Then / dol shouted Bill. bringing his
shoulder against mine. with a sudden un-
expected force which threw me of nv
balance. and in second / was flying
through space.
threw out both arms, convnlsively, as
l fell. io the blind instinct OF catching at
something. They grasped the branches
OF great tree, which hung ont over the
gulf below. and for moment my down.
ward course was arrested | had not even
had time TO realize by what agency I had
been flung over; and shouted up to Bill
Macy with my whole strength
Help, Bill -help--help
As lay my agonizsd glance just rested
'n the edge OF the cliff. few yards above.
)ver the top came Bills yellow face, dis.
orted with passion that made it like I
levil's. thought be was coming down |
o my help, but the next minute I knew !
letter. He he'd great chunk OF rock
nth both hands. which hs had rolled to A
be edge, and he was ticking y careful aim O
me. Tho cold sweat burst from every O
ore OF my body as saw him. but there g
'as not much anticipation. The next sec. |
I'D the big boulder crashed down into Il
le tree that was my only hopo OF saliva b
on, just escaping me, but shaking me off Il
ith the shock as one shakes q caterpillar
ON blade Of gr sand dropped into Sc
le abyss. W
Why l was not killed. goodness knows p'
and perhaps the folks In the old brown bt
lrsonage. who used to pray for "our
'ar prodigal' night aud morning till they |
ought me gone where prayers wouldn't OF
after. was nearer 1t this time than 10
er before, but II WAS the miss that's as Or
od as mile. There was . blank time th
it's gone out Of my life, as il it bad liE
yer been that two years. First,I know vo
W, WAS found by . hslf-breed. who lit
ok me to bis own hut 10 the woods, and
ere l was nursed by bis wife till my I 9
oxen arm set. and l was all right again. Th
except my head. was clean of that; de-
no sooner was / we'll than I slipped val
to try and get back to the camp ine
ess. and turned up week or two later nei
Frisco, where somebody found me lik
ling about, and clapped me IN the
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