The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1893-01-27
Hen. VOLTS Fatal Ride.
FROZEN STIFF IN THE NUMBING COLD.


the Philadelphia Press last Tues
day. 1t is dated at Bloomsburg, and
purports to be written by special
correspondent. We know nothing of
the facts, and cannot vouch for its
truthfulness. The story is given just
as we get it.
BLOOMSBURY, Jan. 7o-"Ths var
tarnation cold weather minds me of
suthin that happened in the Winter
of '6I, few miles up the creek when
Hen Wolf war found friz to death
'longside the road, where he had fell
I'm his horse, arter ridin ten miles
fer doctor to END me-"
The speaker was old Silas Woods,
who lives with his aged wife in small
log house along Fishing Creek, in the
northern part of this county, as he
addressed himself to two travellers who
had stopped to swarm up" after
fifteen mile ride over rough roads,
with the thermometer down close to
zero. The old man extended the two
benumbed strangers hearty welcome.
The abode is primitive in nature, and
looks as though it had stood the
storms of at least three decades. Yet
in side it was toasting warm, made SO
by rousing fire that blazed on the
big hearth in the wall.
"Yaas, as l war a-sayin' F.; this var
night minds me for all the world Of
the one whyn poor Hen friz to death
for my account" continued the old
man and as his wife was busy 'setting
out" something for the strangers to
eat, "Si" evidently concluded that it
was his duty to entertain their callers,
so went on with his story.
"You see, it was this way. Thirty
years ago these var hills war mostly
covered with thick hemlock and pine
timber. Me and Mariar there he'd
only bin merried a short time afore.
and as our little clearin' down here
along the creek didn't give us more'n
good livin', we concluded that durin'
the Winter we would 60 up into the
woods and I'd make shingles. Well,
Mariar, she was kind O. skittish like
and lowed it would be ruther nice to
have someone besides ourselves to
live with us, and so l got Hen Wolf
to g'long. He war about my age, an
ALFRED good fellar, and mighty hard
worker. l reck'ned that if we con-
tracted together maxim shingles, it
would 60 better hitched double than
t'would in single harness. So airly
in the Fall we two went up the creek
here nigh onto eight miles, where we
Established a camp and hammered to
gether sort o shanty to live in. We
built her SOS Hen would have a
mighty snug place to sleep, up under
the rafters, and Mariar and me had
of the rooms down stairs for oul
sleeping quarters. Then we built a
small shed for the horse, which We
had to have to drag the shingle blocks
to the shaver, and when thet wal
done we went down and brought W
Mariar and big tub of provisions
Oh, we war fixed fer long stay, an(
everything went along sailin' to ava.
in the winter"
Just here there is evidently breal
in the story, either by the coirespon
dent or the printer, but we infer tina
Silas got hurt and that Hen went 70
doctor, and failed to return, ant
Silas and his wife became alarmed a
his absence. Then the story goes on
AN EMPTY SADDLE,
"All of a sudden we heard old Fal
winner. She was just outside tn
door, and Mariar hurled out. Sh
called Hen but nobody answered
Thar under the trees stood old Fan
but Hen war nowhar to be seen. Tn
horse was covered over with froth tina
war frozen into sheet, shown tha
she had run long distance. Wher
war Hen? That war the question
now, for both of lis feared that suthir
had happened. But, hopin' that h
would come along soon, Mariar le
old Fan over and put her in the sta
BILE: then with lantern in han
brought the saddle back into tn
house. When she slung the saddl
down in the corner suthin' like bottle
jingled, and when she examined sh
found two bottles of medicine in tn
saddle pouch. Sure enough, He
had reached the doctors, and suthir
or nuther must o happened him o
the way back, but what that could b
we must bide our time and see.
SIN one of the bottles war linimer
to wash the injury, while in the othe
war a stimulant for me to take, S
Mariar set about fixin' it up acco
din to directions, all the while wor
derin what had become of Hen. Sh