Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1894-03-03
menced our onward march.

menced our onward march.
Ihave NO need to dwell on this part Of
my history, for further testimony 70 the
patient courage, generosity and unceasing
kindness of George Gordon II unnecessary,
and nothing occurred to break the terrible
monotonY Of our journey through the
dreary forest until the fourth day Of our
escapa In the afternoon Of that day we
came upon a road cut through the forest
and debouching upon the plain. This dis
covery threw us into state Of intense ex-
element. 1t was like vision Of water in
the desert
Not q soul was 10 sight, but there were
marks of sledge runners In the snow which
had fallen the day before
''It's not main road-that In evident by
its naxrowness," said Gordon. srasping my
hand.
"what shall we dos' asked. trembling
violently.
.N it only leads 70 % farm, we're al
riehx. No one would be no inhuman - 70
refuse us food, seeing how piBched and
done up We are II. ON the other hand, IL
leads to q town--why. then, we stand .
good chance of being made prisoners again
What do you say to stopping here while
70 ON and reconnoiter?"
"No, NO. II you 60 on. will 70 with
you"
And hope for the best" he added stur.
dily, pressing my arm to his side and step
ping out
The road seemed as endless and deserted
% the forest itself. Then, leaning more
and more heavily on Gordon's arm, plod-
ded wearily on, with fest that seemed to
cling to the ground. until my companion,
seeing that my strength was we'll nigh
speut, said:
"pm done mp. my dear girl Lst rs stop
for the night. We can dream Of having o
good supper-thst will besome satisfaction
--and then tomorrow We will realize ouI
dream"
"n we could only 60 TO sleep and peves
wake againr' / murmured family.
"Ah. you'll not say that when We get q
loaf of black bread and some salt before
u.s." he replied, smacking his lips. We
craved for nothing beyond that simple
fare.
We made our usual preparations for the
night.
Zone more" said Gordon, closing his
box after taking out q match to light the
FIRE.
We sat down on the windward side Of
the blazing sticks and began to pick ar
cones to pieces, having discovered By acci-
dent that some Of them contained seeds
that were eatable. From this engrossinR
occupation We were suddenly ktaxtled BY
hearing Q low laugh, and looking mp we
saw q man standing near rs with sack
slung over one shoulder and heavy stick
In his right hand.
"who are you'll" cried Gordon. springing
to his fest.
Ivan Dontremember," the man replied
In tolerable English. You've seen me be-
fore-by better fire than this"
As he spoke he pushed back his hood and
thrust out his chin. showing red beard,
an impish face and a massive Uranium, dis
proportionately large for the size OF his
face and perfectly bald. recognized him
as the man who had stood beside US by the
burning kameras.
You've chosen an odd place for your
fire, )" he said, with another chuckle, as he
threw down his sack carefully and rested
himself on It, Zone can see you are nov
ices. An old hand at this sort of thing
one of the large family of Dontremembers,
for instance-would have taken the pre-
caution to see whether the smoke would
blow into the road or not before lighting
up. But perhaps you are tired of liberty
and swine food. Are you"
why do you ask" Gordon demanded.
Because your smoke is blowing straight
down, and the posthouse is not 800 yards
distant. The man there has orders to take
prisoner or shoot any refugee that comes
within his reach"