Waterbury evening Democrat., 1890-11-07

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 A shrill cry broke out from Arty's lips i at the sight, but in a moment the young man re-appeared. He was close against the timbers-dashing against them, in ! fact-but Arty saw that he was unable to hold on to them. Throwing himself flat on his face, the plucky little fellow i caught hold of his friends sleeve, and clung to it with all his tiny strength. Tiny as 1t was, it was enough for the purpose, however, and Mart's head was kept above water; but his eyes were | closed, and he did not notice the child's voice, begging him to climb up on to the wreck.
 The waters subSided almost as rapid ly as they had risen, though the stream remained torrent raging far above it's wonted bounds. In a few minutes the timbers on which Arty had his refuge were swung by an eddy into shallow water. They caught against tree and then grounded at one end.
 Arty began crawling towards shore, dragging Mart's body through the water without great difficulty. But when he got into the shallow part it was another matter; he could not haul Mart's weight any farther. Resting the young mans head on the edge of the timbers he paused to take breath, and looked about him in despair. Now he began to cry again; he had been too busy for la mentations while trying to save Mart
 Presently he heard some one ap- preaching, attracted by the sound of his voice. Looking up eagerly, he saw it was old Jerry, picking his way through the shallow water. He called him by name, and the horse neighed joyfully in answer The animal was sadly bedraggled in appearance. but evidently unhurt. He had swan ashore lower down the river, and was making his way back to where he ex- pected to find the camp Now, how ever, he came to Arty, sniffed him over, and rubbed him with his soft wet nose.
 ''Jerry'll help me pull Mart out" said the child, aloud, half to himself, half to tho horse; and laying hold of the young mans sleeve, he again began bravely tugging upon it. Pull, too. Jerry" urged the little fellow, while the animal stood wondering what it was he was required to do. In a moment he understood, and seizing the young man by the collar of his shirt, he speedily dragged him to land without much help from Arty. The affectionate creature now seemed to recognize his driver, and stood over him with droop- ing head, bewildered at his helpless ness and silence. Mart opened his eyes and groaned slightly once or twice, but immediately relapsed into inconsistencies. Arty sat down by his side, his little heart overflowing with greif and fear. He kept crying for his father and his grandmother, and for Mart to open his eyes. Jerry com pleted the sad group, standing over it as if on guard, and ever and anon lift ing his head to send forth shrill whinny of appeal This is the position in which, half-hour later, guided by Jerry's signals, Steve Doyle and his party found them.
 Doyle had not caught the lumber thieves. The march of his party had been so retarded by the thaw that they had halted before going halfway. As the storm increased, and they observed how the water was rising in the brook beside which they had encamped, they became alarmed. They realized the prospect of big flood; and Steve Doyle led his men back in hot haste. It was full daylight when they came out upon the devastated clearing where once had stood the camp.
 The horror in the Inducements hearts is not to be described. In a pile of wreckage, strangely mixed up with hay and straw from the stable, they found the cook, with leg and an arm broken, but still alive. Of no one else was there a sign. nor of the horses. From the cook Doyle learned of Arty's presence in the camp. Without word, but with a wild, white face, the man started down stream in a despairing search, and the whole band followed, with the ex- ception of two that stayed to take care of the unfortunate cook.
 When the father clasped Arty in his arms he was almost beside himself with joy for few moments; then he re- membered the poor fellows who were gone. Giving the child into the arms of one of the men, he busied himself with Mart, whom, by means of rubbing, he soon brought back to consciousness. The brave fellow had been stunned by blow on the head, and afterward half drowned; but he soon recovered so far as to be able to walk with assistance. To Arty he owed his life, even as he had himself saved Arty's.
 A little later 8 melancholy procession started back for Beardsley settlement. The poor cook was placed on Jerry's back, and bore his pain like a hero. Arty trudged by the side of McCann, to whose charge he was committed by his father, and Mart was helped along by two of his comrades. With these went five or six more of the hands, to get them safely to the settlement. All the rest under the leadership of Steve Doyle, set of down river on a search for the three missing men, or their bodies. And the site of the camp was left to it's | desolation.
 As for Doyle's search, 1t proved fruit less, and the party returned heavy hearted. Henceforth the scene of the catastrophe became known throughout that region as Lost Camp" and was sedulously avoided by the lumbermen.