Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1901-09-07

took. him: he's, got sand, for he's goin
to his funeral"
What George Barton said to his moth
or no one knew; time was the essence of
this transaction, and in very short
while he came up the chute, clad in his
furs, the taby wrapped in a fur bag
which was slung under his arm. He
carried his staff i'll his hand, revolver
in his pocket. for. wolves, and on his
booted feet were the skis which the in
comparable dope had polished so that
he could hardly stand: moment later
he was lost to view.
The same logged persistency which
had led Long Barton to believe that he
could win the ski race made him think
that he could carry the baby TO safety:
a man could do this he would have said
no. He strobe up the little valley, keep
ing in the center, with the walls of the
Sierras, snOw-clad, trembling with ava
| lanches on either side, and in an hour
struck the struggling forest He knew
| the trail; then he came to the first slope.
BY the aid of his staff he made a rapid
slide. reaching the bottom of the canyon
safely in few seconds: and this was to
| be his eXperience-climbing and sliding
| The next hill was so soft that he was
breathing hard when he reached half
way: then he felt a tremble a nameless
| thrill, and the entire side of the noun
tain seemed to give way, and he was
carried irresistibly down on the wings
of an avalanche. He made desperate
struggles, and by a miracle kept near the
top, and after much labor dug himself
out.
1t had stopped showing as he started
down the canyon; now sliding. now leap
ing, the famous dope carrying him well
and fast. From a deep valley he must
climb the next range, but when he was
half haunr1 m fol ~,
and he became bewildered. He could not
see the stars and would have to trust to
| luck; so he swung himself over the di-
vide and rushed down the slopes. An
other range to climb and still it showed :;
and later the wind rose and tossed the
snow alOft IN great spectral wraiths that
| looked TO his distorted vision like shrouds
| But that warm bundle so close to his
heart gave him courage, and he pushed
on.
Five hours he had been travelling
steadily. He could not remember how
many ranges he had passed; he had for
gotten how many ranges he was to cross
to reach the town. He made some de-
scents that equaled the famous race
| course, narrowly escaping trees and
rocks, holding one arm about the bundle,
| patting it as he heard fitful cries Again
| he was caught in an avalanche, reaching
| the bottom waist-deep in snow. the baby
| almost buried. 1t was now daylight and
| after digging his feet out he unr0lled the
| bundle, and, protecting ii, gave the baby
| a ration of the milk, which had kept
/ warm against his body 1t looked won
| deringly at him the while. and George,
| who knew very little about babies. made
! up his mind that it must De very good
| natured one.
/ He did not realize how weary he was
/ until he started up again; then he found
! that his foot had been twisted and he
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/ snow was finer and filed his eyes, and he
/ felt that this was the beginning Of the
/ end. But on he pressed until in the aft
/ ernoon. when the baby cried, and he
/ stopped to give it the remainder of the
milk. looking at the little face with red
] now running, now limpng, punging
| down the slopes until he began to expert
/ ence a strange oppression, as though a
band of iron was about his head = =
: Then he seemed to be at home. and he
| tried to ask his mother to take the baby.
He suddenly stopped, trembling,
realizing that his mind was not clear,
and dashed snow upon his forehead; then
rushed on again like a mailman.
How far he went no one knows to this
day, hut it had been many miles in
| wrong directions, when, with wild
laugh which frightened those who heard
it. Long Barton unslUng a bundle and
! plunged into a half-buried wickiup from
the top of which sparks We're rising. The
men reached for their firearms at sight
of the gigantic and wild-eyed figure. but
the squaw, laying her pappoose among
caught the bundle from the hands of the
falling man, and Jim GraysOn's baby
was saved. AS for Tanglefoot Barton.
one of the half-breeds. who came to the
village from another wickiup, and who
understood English. said he was clean off
his head and thought he had won race.
New York Evening Post.