Barre evening telegram. (Barre, Vt.) 1898-19??, 1900-01-26

where the trail touched the Green
river. Here he found brush hut,
sheep-herder, and rude rowboat on
the banks of the swollen stream.
"Ferry me over" said the stranger,
as the shepherd came yawning from
his hut.
"Not for your fleece, my buck sheep"
said the boatman; lyon rivers danger
GUS"
SOS this" said the man, Hourishing
his firearms. "Ferry me over 7. D.
O."
When the boat had reached the mid,
die of the wild river the desperate !
brought his gun out again and ordered
the boatman to head her downstream,
pointing out the way with his loaded
revolver. The terrified sheepman tried
to tell the fugitive that the river was
impossible, even at low water--that a
little way down the Grand joined the
Green, and the two, forming the Col.
orado, went leaping, plunging, boiling
and churning through the Cataract
canyon, through which (the Indians
saidD no white man had passed and
lived. The hunted man only smiled
and twirled his pistol.
The two men would dash through
wild cataracts, over white-foaming falls
and the next hour their fragile boat
would be drifting silently between the
soft shaded walls that gave back, in
echo, the faintest ripple of water, or
the almost whispered words, few
though they were, that passed between
the two voyagers.
Suddenly they found themselves in
the canyon, driving down the raging
stream. Going over falls the boat was
driven against a bowlder near the
shore. So violent had been the shock
that both men were cast upon a Shelf
in the curve of the river unhurt.
The walls here rose thousands of feet
almost perpendicularly AS the river
touched the wall above and below there
was no escape. The little resting-place
on which the two men found themselves
was filled with driftwood. Hanging to
the rock that had wrecked them was
a long rope that had been in the boat;
this the desperate fished out
"We'll build raft" said the outlaw
He made the sheepman carry cedar logs
limbless and Scared, cross-ties and
pieces of bridge timber that had drifted
| for hundreds of miles down the mad
river, and were gnawed like the hitch
ing post in front of country church.
| When he had dashed n lot of these
| together he told the sheepman to get
aboard, and the sheepman said he'd
| die first.
GAN right" said the smiling villain.
and the wild report of his revolver
filled the canyon and went on and out
through the canyons, laundering its
| echoes back to the two men there in
the awful gorge. The bullet whirred
past the shepherds ear.
Once more ON the breast of the boil
ing stream the men, now on the rude
raft. were tempting fate. They lay
flat down, hanging to the ropes, some
times beneath, sometimes far above
the mad torrent; leaping from the
crest of high falls, shooting rapids
and creeping over awful cataracts. AT
the end of an hour they emerged from
the narrow canyon and entered long
stretch Of deep green water, slowly
moving, sun-kissed and quiet. SO stu
seemed the beautiful river that they
were obliged to take markers on the
shore to see if they really moved. Far
away. at the end of the stretch OF
peaceful water, the river seemed tc
end. Across it's path a wall rose, rec
and high. The water, running over
and flowing down the face of the cliff
had streaked and striped the red sand
stone until it looked in the sunlight
like beautiful piece of tapestry, ant
the desperate called it Tapestry wall
and so it has been called ever since.
. The river however, did not end here
Swinging in a long, graceful curve
growing swifter and swifter, it sucked
I into a narrow pass and became
raging, frothing cataract.
For some moments they saw noth
ing and heard only the awful tumul
j, of the boiling river, and then with
slam the raft hung upon big rocl
that split the current near the middle
of the stream.
When the shepherd had wiped tn
spray from his eyes he saw that HI
was alone. The force of the shocl
had thrown his companion into thu
water. He had landed, and now CAM
limping along the bank of the river
: The desperate smiled out over tn
foam at the helpless shepherd, who be
, gan to hope that the fellow would
shoot him and end the awful suspense
!. but the fearless outlaw did nothing o
the sort. To the shepherds amaze
. ment the man On shore-safe and IRE
from the mad river-began to an
. dress. When he had stacked his we
garments on rock he walked a fey
!, rods along the bank and plunged in
Midway between the rock and tn
T. shore there was whirlpool-a suck
hole, as the shepherd said-and it wa
y to avoid this that the man had gon
so far upstream. He was an exper
: swimmer, but he was weakened 1ro1
overwork and the long fast, and
the current proved too strong for hin
II carried him past the shepherd, an
l. suddenly his feet pointed to the sucl
Il Round and round, faster and faster, a
he came at each turn nearer the nee
4 of the funnel, the doomed ma
l. whirled, while the shepherd looked OF
powerless.
As he drew near the fatel center tn
'e force of the water stood him up; h
e. waved his hand, smiled at the sheI
ID herd and shot down to the bottom {
n ~.