The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1899-11-11
IN A MOUNTAIN FIRE.
By ADA E. FERRIS.



20 her uncle's home in California, was
regarding with awe and admiration.
LETS ride up and take a nearer
view" said her Cousin Phil. "You will
never see anything like this in Illinois
nor very often here, for that matter.
There isn't n bit of danger. Prince
goes easy and isn't skittish, and We'll
Just go up on one of the foothills where
we can see IL all. Get your thickest
cloak, though, for it's chilly, and you
don't want 70 freeze on one side while
you roast on the other"
Nothing loath, Louise ran for her
wraps, and very soon they were gal
looping toward the blazing mountains.
How light IL was! "It is like my pic
ture of The Last days of Pompeii,' "
Louise painted, "only this isn't doing
any harm"
A wagon came gathering toward
them, and Phil drew up suddenly as
he recognized the lady who drove.
"Good evening, Mrs. Hastings Why,
you are not burned out, surely?"
Mrs. Hastings laughed Historically
1.-THE house was all right when / left,
but don't suppose shall ever see II
again. The sparks were falling in
showers then. Mr.. Hastings and his
brother insisted on my coming out
with the colts before the road was
blocked by the fire. They said they
could go over the eastern ridge by the
cathedral and out by Wilson's road,
IL they were delayed too long. Our
pretty home"
She choked, but almost instantly re-
covered herself, and asked hurriedly:
"Is your mother at home? / think I'll
drop in on her until the matter is set
tied" she drove on.
"Poor Mrs. Hastings!" Louise sighed
A fire starting in one Of these gulches
or canyons rushes up il as flames rush
up chimney, but the steep rock walls
on either side often confine IL. Though
the cleft just westward of the Hastings
place roared like fiery furnace, their
ravine was still dark and unframed.
Phil looked up it longingly, but dared
not take his cousin in, for the house
was some half mile up the canyon, the
road thither was bare cut through
tangled thickets, and If the fire once
started there IL would be impossible TO
get back. Yet he was aching TO go TO
Mr.. Hastings assistance.
Here's just the place, Louise. Come
on" he cried, turning up cattle-path
20 the top OF a partially detached knoll
20 the eastward. "You can see ii all
from here, and yet be perfectly safe.
II Prince gets FESTIVE, throw your
handkerchief over his eyes. Don't go
any nearer. I'll be back presently, but
i want TO run up TO the Hastings
You don't mind, do your"
Louise did mind, but would not say
so, knowing how much the Hastings
needed help, so n moment later she was
alone on the stony knob. Almost In
the next moment, IL seemed, she found
herself listening TO the distant barking
of dog. Louise loved dogs and recog-
nized this at once as the voice OF large
one, frightened, angry and appealing.
IL was up the canyon eastward of the
Hastings ravine. She had been up that
trail once with Phil and Nina.
There she had seen n small, rough
yhanty, and two small todders playing
with n great dog, half-hound, half-bull-
dog, which Phil informed her was the
terror of the neighbors and the de-
voted slave and guardian OF the chill
dren. Was he now afraid Of the fire I?
He had reason. If II swept up Hast
ings' canyon II could hardly fail to
take Wilson's also.
Then Louise felt her blood run chilly.
Only that morning she had seen Wilson
and his invalid wife drive by on their
way TO town, twelve miles away. Mr..
and Mrs. Wilson, but not the childrenl
Nina had told her that when the Will
sons went TO town they left the chill
dren locked up in the house. No won
der poor Bose was barking franticallyl
lie scented danger in the air. and his
beloved little ones were unable TO es-
cape!
"Phil! Phil" Louise screamed. in
voluntarily, but Phil was far beyond
hearing, and already there was dull
smolder OF fire in the dead leaves be-
side the road, where a spark had fallen
She sprang from her horse and
CiuniCu 10 Outs Dul lndl tOulu postpone
the inevitable for but a moment or
two; flames were showing over the
western ridge, and other smoldering
fires were visible. She could not reach
Phil-there was not time TO ride for
help--yet clearer than ever she heard
the frantic barking. Oh, the poor chill
dren, locked up In that little shanty
with its roof of redwood shakes, dry q 5
tinderi
"Prince, we've got 10 try III" Louise
sobbed, springing back into the saddle
and turning him TO the eastward.
Prince snorted as IL he understood
nd plunged down steep cattle-path
to the narrow trail that wound up the
canyon. Half a mile of this cave-iilSe
gloom the crooked trail so narrow that
her outstretched arms might touch the
branches on either side. and now, in
deed. Louise felt that she had rushed
into the jaws of death. A few moments
delay would make return impossible.
and she knew no other way out.