Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1889-01-13

lose the direction it is all up with this poor
young fellow"
distance, " suggested Shaw, at any rSte'
we must try"
1--WE must try" replied the leader, aud,
STOPPING, ne again lifted the young hunter
in his arma, and, closely followed by the
Others, moved away in the direction OF the
water hole.
1t was psrilous venture, end every
nerve was braced to accomplish 1t. Under
the protection of the sand dune the others
might lave outlived the storm. They were
strong, ard hardened to the rough expe-
riences that now environed them. But 1t
was net so with the boy. 1t was his first
Introduction to the perils OF the
desert, aud they had overwhelmed
him. His body lay across the
shoulders of the gigantic ffon-
tiersman as limp ss rag, and almost az
lifeless. The storm ragged with undimin-
ished violence. The sand lose IN waves
aud eddei around them like shificg
clouds. II hid the Gun, and the atmoe-
phere, funded anything Ike air could be
separated from that rain of blisteling
dust, was rs dense as twilight. Still the
men pushed their way through it. They
stumbled and fell, but rose again ard
staggered on. The winds whis,led and
tcreeched, and the great sheets of sand
broke in their faces and or their breasts
The noise was like the roar CT cyclone
or the breath Of a tempest when tall
trees fall before The blast. Never he
/ Efa on, fha n
had Re seen aueh day. The huge
muscIes on his arms and legs stood OI. like
whipcords. The veins in his nervous
limbs rose black, stsg1snt along the
smooth, white Skin. The blood looked rs
if it would burst from lis confinement. All
the latent forces of his powerful body were
in action. All the combative instincts of
his nature were aroused to repel the rage
of the elements The thought Of yielding,
of giving up the struggle, never once cross
ed his mind. He belonged TO q race TO
whom despair was impossible.
To him, go long as there was fighting
charcs left. there was hope of SAFETY. His
long angular body, inc.ining forward in
sharp angle cut the drift of sand as the
Prov of the ship divides the waves when
the winds and the waters rise around it.
And his companion followed close in his
track They half escaped the fury of the
storm in the wake Of that steadily moving
body. As they trudged on Foot stumbled
over ridge Of sand. 1t WAS made of the
carcass of cns of the dead camels,
over which the dust had drifted
in q heap. This assured the hunters
that the pool was only a few yards
away. The fact sent thrill of
pleasure to their hearts. 1t stimulated
their desperate cxertions to greater energy.
Again they bent forward in tina. fearful
race of life and death. They were almost
On the brink of the water hole. The dis
tended nostrils already felt the scent Of
the life-giving clement. Their faces lost
the look of desperate hardness they had
worn and flushed with or through
their masks of dirt and sand. 10
another moment they plunged into
the little lapping basin of ripping
water up to their arm pits. 1t was like
coming out Of the realm Of darkness into
the Sunshine of heeven-from the blacknefs
of the grave into the Iadience and b3anty
of life. They plunged, leapsd, shouted
aud sang. They threw up their arms in
the eestacy of rejoicing. They lived
-Tey were ssta -e'us----