The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1892-04-16

Iouqer ana iouoor-tnon Q mighty
roar filed the DIR. making the very
mountain shuddsr, and the ava.
lnnche, born, perhaps, In the loosen.
ing Ofa simple lump Office from the
rocks or tuft Of snow dropping
from some overhanging ledge, plung.
ell down, tossing and heaving and
hearing great boulders lightly on it,
white pillows, swapping on isolated
trees like reeds, and sweepinga broad
pnth to the EARTH
Then indeed did the little cabin
quake and reel, and the sleepers wake
In terror from the sudden shock.
Whist was itf Sally sprang up In
her bed. her heart loudly throbbing
In the silence which followed.
Then a cry from the next room
made her leap from her bed and feel
her way out in the deep darkness,
through the door TINT sagged
strangely and could be forced but
partially open, to the corner where
her father lay.
SOM thing dreadful had happened
SURELY Her hands CROPPED over only
rough logs and snow. She felt her
way back with n great dread at her
heart, and now with dim candle
above her white face the truth was
quickly revealed.
One end OF the cabin, had been
crushed in by the slide, and the heavy
logs had fallen in upon Milton Bruce.
1t was some time before Sally could
even find her father in the mass of
timber.
Frantically, and with almost
mans strength, she wrenched and
pried at the logs, and her courage re-
vived rs some OF them fell away.
But soon she had reached the linn
it of her desperate efforts. Try as
she might, the .ogs that held her fa-
Their down were immovabie, and Sal
ly wrung her hands in despair as, re-
covering consciousness, her father
begged to be released.
With torn hands she again and
again strove with the stubborn tim
beers till she fell down beside them.
1t was all useless. She lay on the
hard floor and thought it oil over
this awful thing which had come to
them in the darkness without pre-
sage, and left them in n deeper dark
ness than even that of night-taie suf-
fering and despair they must under
go through all the long, slow hours,
before kind death should release
them.
1t was too terrible for human en-
durance, and for a long time Sally
was happily unconscious of misery.
On first recovering, ii seemed like
q horrible dream. yetthere was the
grim truth staring her in the fnce,
and her father talking wildly beside
her.
Could nothing be done? The snow
might be ten or fifty feet above them.
She did not know. But it would do
no harm to find out. Sally thought
it must now be day, and with fever
ish haste she peered into the solid
snow wall at the ruined end OF the
cabin.
1t was deep, for no light penetrated
down through it's white crystals.
The windows, too, were dark as
night. She ran to the kitchen. Was
it merely fancy? The snow certainly
had bright look, III though the
light were struggling to pierce it.
Sally's courage rose. She must
make her way ont, if ut all, from the
highest point in the cabin, and that
was through the chimney, She gazed
up it's big. sooty throat.
1t really did look lighter than at the
even.
To think was to act with the brave
girl, and in less time than it ts kes to
write it, Sally, wrapped for a jour
ney, was creeping and working her
way up the rough stones, the fire.
shovel in hand and her snow-shoes
strapped to her back. When little
way up, the shovel slipped from her
grasp and fell with a loud chatter to
The hearth. Nothing could be done
it, and she went down after
t this time tying it firmly to her
lrm.
Once at the top Of the chimney n
)lace was soon scooped out in the
now large enough for n toothold,
md she began working her way up
ward, Mt an angle, as best she could
n the darkness, like mole, digging
md bearing tunnel for her body
n the packed drift, the dislcdged
now falling down the great chimney.
1t was slow, weary, work, and Sal !
Y would fain have given up in de-
pair, had not the muffled cries of
he sufferer below nerved her tagging
nergies.
But at length it began to grow
,erceptibly lighter; then the pale
oiler could see to work. She was
fearing the surface, and with q kind
# frenzy she dug up, up, each stroke
ringing her nearer to light and life.
Now she could hear the wind sweep
ne acros the trackless snow; the sun
nys penetrated the thin crust above
Ter head. A moment and the daz-
ling brightness fell upon her face.
The belt of timber, in the lee of
which the cabin had been built, had
,,ved it from being carried away or
rushed entirely and buried to q great
lepth, for on coming to this resist
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