The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1902-01-17

stumbling over the hummocks of
sand of the Platte river bottoms,
among the scraggy willows that
marked the scanty watercourses in
it's bed.
There my faith in animal tntelli-
gence began to waver, and 1 bitterly
concluded that neither the shs.p nor
the dog knew any more than I did of
our whereabouts or destination. Be-
| ing chilled through by the cutting
wind, wet from the icy needles that
penetrated my clothes and melted. I
was in discouraged stupor, and
wanted nothing so much as to lie
down and sleep.
The dog was exhibiting signs of
alarm. He struggled round the flank
of the hating flock with whines of
eagerness, and finally disappeared. I
fancied that I once heard his bark
| above the roar of the blizzard, but 1
did not attempt to learn what was
the matter. / was too exhausted and
desperate to know or care.
But the sheep, after struggling to
crowd forward, and slipping to right
and left, stopped and began to lie
down and seek to get under one an
other in the snow. Except for the
tumult of the storm and the shrill
patter of the ice on the low willows,
there was no further sound AS L
staggered toward the sheep, thought
that, as I must lie down, I should
seek the shelter of their bodies. So I
crawled over the backs of dozen of
the wearied animals and then kicked
and pushed my way down between
the heavy, ill-smelling fleeces. The
animals made way for me and then
crowded round me so closely that I
had to force nay face out to keep from
smothering. The darkening night
was closing down, the blizzard swept
above, and the sleet sifted unceasing-
ly between the warm, wet sides of
my protectors.
An overpowering desire to sleep was
upon me, but struggled against it,
feeling that danger lurked in all this
soothing comfort. But the heavy
warmth of the sheep and their quiet
ness so affected me that l soon drift
ed into slumber. At troubled periods
I awoke to find darkness all about,
but the breathing of my feecy COM
panions again and again renewed my
drowsy sense of security and comfort
til! oblivion came once more. 1t was
only when the cramped position of
my body made a change necessary
that 1 awoke enough to see that there
was dim light shining through the
snow above me.
1 broke through the chilly covering
to find it broad daylight; the sun,
high in the cloudless sky, was glazing
intolerably on the wide, white coun-
try. The sheep were still quiet under
their snow blanket, and the surface
was unbreken, but beyond them saw
the black water of the open river
smoking against it's glittering banks.
The blind march had led US out on a
narrow, sandy peninsula, where the
river curved around in it's narrow bed,
and here, it seemed, the faithful dog
had OWNED danger and had slipped
leaders from venturing on the treach-
erous ice.
Where the brave fellow was I did
not know until climbed the low bank
and discovered him watchfully upright
on the highest point, gazing across
the drifts. to the town, which was, to
my amazement, hardly a mile away.
l. III -clx4 nj
me plunge into the snow toward the
settlement with barks of pleasure and
encouragemen but did not offer to
follow the broken path. I felt so
happy at the termination of the adj
venture that I soon covered the dis
lance, hungry and weak though I was.
Then 1 found that the children and
my sister had stayed all night in the
schoolhouse, and had suffered but lit
tie discomfort.
My runaway mule was discovered
in the shelter of a crib in the town;
his mate was frozen to death as he lay
by the wagon.
The rancher who owned the sheep
was out early looking them up, and,
although nearly one-half of them had
persisted on the march, or died before
they could be dug out, he was glad
enough to find any of them alive.
AS for the gallant dog, I tried in
vain to buy him of the owner; he
would not consider any price. But for
many years I used to make frequent
trips to the ranch for the sole pur-
pose of visit to the brave and saga
cious "Bink"-Youth's Communion