Arizona republican., 1895-02-03

Drcuuy well llTeu ouC, ehei' NO iAiJ "NS'' I could not lessen the distance between us. Finally. he came out to the largest lake we had struck that day. On the ice the snow was beaten hard by the wind, and away he went across with a fresh spurt. So, as night was rapidly on, I saw it was folly to con tinue the chase farther, and gave 1t up. i
 ''As long as the chance of getting the game kept me up, felt no fatigue, but now could hardly drag L-J legs as slowly made my way across on the arm of the lake to sheltered spot, to pass the night. I was worn out from the heavy snowshoeing and the want of to eat, for had not even , munched my dry biscuit, cnd my mouth seemed full of tong.e fNr want of a ] drink. he first thing, the fore, was to get Grink. 10, on entering the timber, cut down small, dry tree and started to make a fire to melt my cupful of snow into water. This i5 quicker than cutting through two or three feet of ice to get at water.
 Think of my surprise, boys, on searching my pockets, to find only one match. My box I had forgot to take out of our camp the night before at the foot of the mountain; and it must be there to this day, amongst the saplin' branches we laid upon.
 "Well, I thought, this will do. Once the fire is started, will take particu lar care it don't go out 1 built a small fire on two green billets laid on the snow, and put my tin cup full of snow on top to melt. While waiting for tn to take place, perhaps l didn't lean against blamed tree that grew near, where sat watching the fire, and fell dead asleep, and never woke until long after the fire had burnt itself dead out and myself about froze to the heart.
 ''The first thing I did was to thank God that 1 had awoke again in this world; for, tired as I was, it puzzled El to this day how I shook off that heavy sleep.
 "When I had my senses fully about me, I judged by the height of the moon above the tree tops that it must bt somewhere about nine o'clock, and the way some big spruce, pine and birch were cracking with the frost was enough to keep weak nerves on the go. Some of the reports were as loud as guns going off.
 My first move was to ascertain if the fire was really dead out. Yes, too true, there was not spot remaining. Well, here 1 was in a pretty mess-at least twenty-five miles from camp, and in what direction I could not tell till the sun came out.
 ''Of course, I could locate myself at that moment by the moon; but what tired man would undertake to guide himself through the underbrush dur ing the night?
 No blanket, no fire, and nothing to eat except dry biscuit, which looked and felt like stone in that cold eli mate! Things looked dull. I knew, to fall asleep the second time, was death, sure, so to keep my blood warm and to keep my eyes open, tramped around large pine tree, first with my snow shoes on and after the snow be- came well packed I walked around in my moccasined feet the rest of that blessed night. And this is the way 1 call this yarn Circulating because l circulated around that tree all night. Did say all night? It appeared to me like all month or all winter. 1 never saw a moon take such a time to crawl up into the heavens as the one on duty that night
 Its true saying: Everything has an end' Even that bitter cold ni~ht came to an end at last: and, although was both hungry and sleepy, l could not resist the temptation to follow a couple of miles on the moose track just to see how the fellow got along after dark.
 Il had walked about three miles, and was just on the point of turning back when I perceived the trail led out to a rocky headland or cape. We'll, said, talking to myself, we will just see how | he slid down there, and then for home
 You can imagine my glad feelings when, on spying down over the preci- pice, which was about ninety feet high. to see my moose planted across the trunk of a pine tree that lay crosswise on some other fallen trees that hung up
 four or five feet from the ground.
 T was not great while making my
 way around to the foot of the noun
 tain, and there I was made acquainted with the whole state of affairs, as ii
 the moose had told me the story him.
 self.
 Tn running away for dear life'-
 these are Ben's own worlds and not 8
 pun of the author-''in his mad rush
 and in the lickering light of coming
 night in the forest, he jumped clear
 out over the cliff and planted himsel-