Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1890-01-02

their voices. and the boy walked on I'M
conscious of the danger, until he was
struck by one of the long limbs and
hurled into the mad sw:rling, thunder
ing flood, below the dam where the vast
pond was struggling to empty itself
through the gates.
In that wild water the most expert
swimmer would have been overwhelmed,
and the men knew that unless they
could in some way help Paul there was
| no hope for him.
With one impulse they sprang to the
waters edge and eagerly scanned the
flood for some sign of the heroic boy
| who, they knew, was hidden among the
foaming waves. BY some freak of the
uncertain currents he was thrown near
the shore, and with spring Tom Dolan
seized him by his heavy wooden shirt
and pulled him upon the bank.
He was unconscious, and the first eff
forts of the men to revive him failed to
reveal any sign of life in the limp, help
| less form.
He couldn't a drowned, there want
time" Logan said: The must "a been
hit by some of the logs, or else banged
| agin the rocks"
Dolan replied. such work as he's
done deserves somethin' better'n dyin."
| Paul was carried to the camp, and in
their rude but kindly way the men did
what they could for him. His clothes
were loosened. he was rubbed with hot
woolens to stimulate circulation. and the
other simple methods which they knew
were tried to bring back the brave young
| spirit.
After working upon him an hour or
| more their efforts were rewarded by
slight show of life in the boy, and hope
| sprang up in the hearts of the anxious
| watchers.
| thankfully; stand back, boys, and give
| him a better show for breathin'."
The men stood back and awaited re-
suits. For a few moments thought
struggled with Inconsistencies with
Paul, and then, recognizing the lumber
man who bent over him, he said, in a
faint whisper: Whats the matter,
| Tom?"
| ''Oh, nothiI', Paul, nothin' much.
| You got knocked off o the dam, but we
| got you out, an you're all right now,
safe here in camp
| ''Oh, yes, | remember: but what
makes 1t so dark and cold, Tom? Didn't
| | bring in enough wood?''
why. certainly you did, an we'll
| have more light an fire in jest min
| ute GU keep quiet an 1t IL all be hXed
in no time
something cold like keeps pressing
me here" he said, indicating his breast
with MS manu. ana ltS nara 10
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did it-tpu EN- I'm real plad Tom. and
tell 'em-telI-"
Then the faint voice stoned. the
Young head fell back upon the strong
arm of the lumbcrman, and Paul Prince
was dead. For few moments not
word was said, and the solemn quiet
was only disturbed by the half-re-
pressed sobs of the lumbermen.
Logan's Camp had known several fatal
accidents. but il had never before been
so pathetically stirred, so tenderlv
touched. as by the loss of its heroic
chore-bov and for weeks after his death
whenever tho linn bernen s,ol,e of hin,