Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1896-08-14
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and tried to rise, but there was some
thing the matter with my leg, and fell
back sick and faint with pain. I tried
again and again, but every time l made
the attempt suffered dreadful torture.
Plainly the limb was broken! What was
I to do?
~ was lying there perfectly helpless,
and snowstorm was coming on.
"There was little chance Of anybody
passing that way unless I was missed
and search made. But might die be.
fore then.
1.-THE postmaster at the village to
which was bound would think the road
was blocked and that / had not at
tempted the journey if 1 did not turn
up at the usual time, and, on the other
hand, my wife would think I had got
safely to my destination and was wait
ing there until could make the return
journey in safety. What should l do?
Looking helplessly round for some
thing that might suggest means of de-
liverance, my eyes met those of my
faithful dog, who sat in the snow, look
ing into my face and 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 I 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.
GAS last resource I took off my
satchel, and, strapping it firmly on his
back, said: Garry, take that to the post
Office. Go on, boyP
"Wagging his tail and barking as
much as to say, Now understand, he
darted off through the snow, leaving
me alone, with deadly faintness creep
ing over me and fear at my heart that
l should be found dead.
"The snow fell thicker and faster,
gradually burying me.
"For a time I suffered dreadfully
from my broken leg and the intense
cold, but after awhile sensation Of
numbness came over me, and I 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 I yielded, and knew
no more.
"When I 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 I 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 to cause wonder as to how
he got through the now at all.
Gas 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!'
"The postmaster at last understood
it. The alarm was given, and a dozen
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, and
began to scratch at the snow and whine
piteously, as if to say, He is here
Garry and ! had MANY journey
over the same road after that, and
when he grew old and feeble and nc
longer able to walk so far he would
stand at the cottage door and watch me
off, and when ! came back was always
first to give me welcome.
"He has been dead for many years
now, and haven't very long to live,
but as long as have my memory Garry
will never be forgotten.
y
Thanking the old man for his story, ]
walked back to my quarters at the little
village inn, thinking the while of what
noble example poor Garry was Of per.
severance, obedience and love. Chat.
terbox.