Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1899-07-06

George D. Williamson, now engaged in mining near Lake City, Col. tells a thrilling story of his experience in a snowslide in the mountains of Hins dale couAty.
 MT, Williamson and a companion had been to look at mining claim in which they were interested and were returning along the trail when they came to point at which there were evidences of a movement of a heavy mass of snow lying on the mountain side.
 'I saw that it was liable to move again at any time" said MT. William son, "and started back with the remark that it was much as a mans life was worth to attempt to cross the snow that had poured across the trail. From where We stood to the bottom of the gulch was. about 1,s00 feet, and we could see that the movement of the snow had stopped about fifty feet be- low the trail on which we were stand ing l thought that by going around the trail carefully we could escape and save ourselves a long trip. be- gan clambering down the rocks on the sdge of the slide. When l had reach ed point near the end of the slide looked back to where my friend stood at a safe distance and called to him that it was all right. A big dead tree had been brought down by the slide and rested on about three feet of snow, packed quite solid, The top of the tree projected about twenty feet be- yond the end of the slide. Instead of going around the, tree I sprang upon the trunk intending to leap from it to she ground on the other side. The mo- ment I touched the log knew was gone Whether the slide started of its own weight or whether my weight started 1t I will never know, but in an instant I was flying down the noun tain. As the log began to move l dropped and fell astride 1t. grasping a limb in front of me with both hands. 1 heard the scream of my friend as 1 began to move and then heard nothing more except the terrible roar of an avalanche behind me. There were no trees in the way and the log went as straight as die down the mountain side, fortunately for me keeping on top of the snow. I don't know what l thought. There was no time to do much thinking, and all my energy was devoted to the maintenance of my po- sition. We passed some dead bushes, the broken twigs from which were dashed into my face, cutting the skin, and the wind almost stopped my breath. At the bottom of the narrow guleh the tree stopped for an instant, but be- fore l could get off the pressure of the snow behind started it again, and it shot up the side of the opposite hill with but scarcely little illumination of force.
 Gradually the avalanche spent it's energy, and when the log came to a standstill I was sitting on 1t. holding the limb tightly more than 200 feet up the mountain side, while behind me the snow, timbers and rocks filled the gulch to the level of my position, forming a bridge 150 feet high. The whole thing was over in half a min ute, and except for the scratches on my face l was unhurt. As shook the snow off and looked around I saw my friend tearing down the mountain on the other side of the gulch with the ex- pectatiOn that he would find my man gled body under the debris. Needless to say, he was astonished when he heard of my remarkable ride on the back of Death"