The true northerner., 1896-07-22


light leg twisted under me.
Garry was by my side in an instant.
and tried to rise. bat there was some
thing tho matter with ny tx. and fell
back sick and faint with pain. tried
again and again. but every time made
the attempt suffered dreadful torture
Plainly the limb was brckenl What was
! TO do?
II was l. rg there perfectly helpless,
and a snow-,s-m was coming on.
There was little chance of anybody
passing that way unless I was missed
and a search made. But might die be-
fore then.
"The postmaster at the village to
which was bound would think the road
was blocked and that / had not at.
tempted the journey if did not turn
up at the usual time and on the other
hand, my wife would think / had got
safely TO my destination and was wait
ing there until could make the return
journey in safety. What should do?
Looking helplessly round for some
thing that might suggest means OF do
liverance, my eyes met those OF my
faithful dog. who sat in the snow, look
ing into my face ard whining piteously.
Suddenly it occurred TO me that if
could send the dog on to the village he
might bring help. But he had never yet
gone alone, and / was afraid that he
would not leave me.
$50 it appeared, for, in spite of coax.
ing and threats, he steadily refused to
bulge from my side.
"As last resource ! took off my
satchel, and, strapping it firmly on his
back, said: Garry, take that to the post
Office. Go on, boy!'
"Wagging his tail and barking as
much as TO say, Now understand, he
darted off through the snow, leaving
me alone, with a deadly faintness creep.
ing over me and fear at my heart that
l should be found dead.
"The spow fell thicker and faster,
gradually burying me.
"For time l suffered dreadfully
from my broken leg and the intense
cold, but after awhile a sensation OF
numbness came over me- and l felt a
strong desire TO go to sleep. / battled
against this feeling with all my ener-
gies, knowing how dangerous such a
sleep is, but at last yielded, and knew
no more.
"When l regained consciousness,
was in a warm bed, the postmaster
wife was holding some beef tea to my
lips, while Garry sat by the bedside.
by the doctors aid and the kind
treatment / received | was soon on the
way to recovery, and then l heard the
particulars of my rescue.
''It seems that Garry, after leaving
me, made the best of his way TO the vii.
lage and presented himself in the post
masters little shop about 10 O'Clock,
seemingly almost exhausted, with the
satchel entangled about his legs in such
manner as 20 cause wonder as to how
he got through the now at all.
AS you may imagine, the appear
ance of the dog filled the mind of the
postmaster with alarm. But that was
not enough for Garry. AS soon as he
was relieved from the satchel he rushed
into the street, barking violently, as il
he would say, Follow me!
1.-The postmaster at last understood
it. The alarm was given, and dozer
stout fellows. provided with hurdle
and restoratives, set out upon the
search, guided by the faithful dog.
''They found me, sir, and you know
the rest But they might never have
found me if it had not been for Garry.
There was six inches of snow over
me when he led them to the spot. anC
began to scratch at the snow and whine
piteously. as if to say, He is here.
Garry and / had many a journey
over the same road after that, anC
when he grew old and feeble and nC
longer able to walk so far he would
stand at the cottage door and watch mt
off, and when / came back was alway!
first to give me welcome.
"He has been dead for many year,
now. and l haven't very long to live
but as long as have my memory Garry
will never be forgotten "
Thanking the old man for his story,
walked back to my quarters at the little
village inn, thinking the while of wha
noble example poor Garry was of per
severance, obedience and love. Chat
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