Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1891-05-21

livery upon the nO2ung mass. Hardly
had he done so when Mart disappeared
under the dark surface.
A shfill cry brokeo out from Arty's lips
at the sight Bat in moment tie young
man re-appeared. He was close against
the timbers-dashing against them, in
fact-out Arty saw that he was unable
70 hold on to them. Throwing himself
nat on his face, the plucky little fellow
caught hold of his friends sleeve. and
chung to it with all his tiny strength.
Tiny as 1t was, il was enough for the
purpose, however. and Mart's head was
kept above water; but his eyes were
closed, and ne did not notice the chiId's
voice, begging him to climb up on to
the wreck.
The waters subsidized almost as rapid
~ as they had risen, though the stream
remained torrent raging far above its
wonted bounds. In a few minutes the
timbers on which Arty had his refuge
were swung % an eddy into shallow
water. Tney caught against tree and
then grounded at one end.
Arfy 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 APP
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 :he camp. Now, how
ever, he came to Arty. shifted him
over, and rubbed him with his soft, wet
nose.
''Jerryu help me pull Mart out"
said the child, aloud, half to himself,
half to the horse; and laying hold of the
young mans sleeve, he again began
bravely Juggling upon it. Pull, too,
Jerry" urged the little fellow, while
the animal stood wondering what it was
he was required to do. In moment
he understood and Selling 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 OVERLOOKING 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 a big flood; and Steve Doyle
led his men back in hot haste 1t was
full daylight when they came out upon
the devastated clearing where once had
stood the camp.
The horror in the lumbermen's hearts
is not to be described. In 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 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 mis-
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 busted himself with
Mart, whom, by means OF rubbing, he
soon brought back to consciousness.
The brave fellow had been stunned by
a blow on tho 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 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 Mccain, 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 off down river on a search for
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