Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1897-01-22
faithful friend

eve shall have q rough time of it,
old fellow, said to Garry, whose only
answer wa short bark and roll in
the snow Then, shaking his coat, he
settled down to his business as a guide,
going a few steps in advance of me.
"The exertion Of tramping through
the snow soon set the blood tingling
through my viens, and on I went, feel
ing as warm and comfortable as circum-
stances would allow.
"After an hours hard walking, we
came to an old quarry, Garry, as usual,
taking the lead.
"The snow was almost knee deep
here, making it hard work for me, and
harder still for poor Garry.
"But we plodded on, ond at last came
to the stump of an old tree, by which I
knew that we were past the dangerous
part of our journey.
'The snow was not nearly so deep as
we got further on, which made it much
better walking; but before we had gone
another mile large fakes began to fall
thick and fast.
knowing the danger of being caught
in a snowstorm in that neighborhood,
I increased my pace and pushed on with
all possible speed.
ain descending steep incline I lost
my footing and fell heavily, with my
right leg twisted under me.
Garry was by my side in an instant,
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 I made
the attempt I suffered dreadful torture.
Plainly the limb was broken! What was
I to dor
81 was lying there perfectly helpless,
and snowstorm was coming on.
"There was little chance of anybody
passing that way unless was missed
and 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 attempt
ed the journey if I did not turn up at
the usual time, and, on the other hand,
nv wife would think had got safely to
my destination and was waiting there
until could make the return journey
in safety. What should 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 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, Nov I understand he
darted off through the snow, leaving
me alone, with deadly faintness creep
ing over me and a fear at my heart that
I 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 a sensation of
numbness came over me, ana l felt a
strong desire to go to sleep. l battled
against this feeling with all my ener-
gies, knowing how dangerous such
sleep is, but at last yielded and knew
no more.
"When I regained consciousness, l
was in a warm bed, the postmaster's
wife was holding some beef tea to my
lips while Garry sat by my bedside.
"By the doctors aid and the kind
treatment 1 received was soon on the
way to recovery, and then I heard the
particulars of my rescue.
ait seems that Garry, after leaving
me, made the best of his way to the
and presented himself in the
postmaster's little shop about 10 o'clock,
seemingly almost exhausted, with the
satchel entangled about his legs in such |
a manner as TO cause wonder as to how |
he got through the snow at all.
"As you may imagine the appear
ance of the dog filed the mind of the