Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1902-04-16

his face like the dust of sand storm
Few men have made fiercer strus
gle for life than he. 1t is probabl
that partial delirium overlook him
for he insists that he could not onl.
hear his spirit guides, but could Sc.
them as they fiooked about him AM
beckoned him on.
at dusk he was in 9 country Who'll
ly unknown. There were mountain:
off to the right, but he did not recog
nize the peaks nor the surroundings
About an hour after the dark came
down with the wind still driving tht
snow into his eyes, he came out into
a section that he recognized at last
1t was "The Gulf" This is canyon
about three miles long, through which
the west branch of Pleasant river
RACES. The wall are prccipices. But
along the north side skirts wood
road leading TO camps miles above
and irt3 this road the, Mediator
staggered
Now, he was desperately weak. But
he knew that if be could round the
foot of the canyon and scramble fot
three miles up the side of the first
Chairback he would come to Long
Pond, where there were camps.
1t was now race for life. He
stood his dear old rifle against tree
and hung his cartridge box on limb.
Then he clinchel the belt around mis-
thin waist and started. He was in a
Ealf stupor when he came down to the
frozen ford at the foot of the canyopt
He crossed, and striking the corduroy
road that leads UP to the first Chair
hack he plowed on. He fell dozen
times, but he had sense enough left
to struggle up and dig 10 his task
again. 3
When he made Long Pond his
strength was nearly gone. But he
knew that across the pond lay Hall
C Davis's sporting camp, three miles
away. The wind was still driving
the snow, AMI he miscalcuiated his
route across. When he came to shore
he pcercd in all directions and lis.
tened. There was no glimmer of light
anywhere, and no sound Indicating
that any camp was near. His knees
were doubling under him by this tins.
His strength was gone, his eyes
would not stay open, and he gave up.
He stumbled and crawled up on the
shore and fell across a log. His
tongue was swollen in mis- mouth and
his throat was dry. He says that h;L
tried to shout but lie could utter no
sound but gurgling whisper. Then
he lecame unconscious.
Now comes the strange part of the
story. ea
There was at the Hall a&aHasiSsFi
them were N. E. Meigs, the leadifhl
clothier of the place, and Walter Alb
bott, one Of the proprietors of the
large Abbott wooden mill. Mr.. Meigs
had been out that day with the party,
and in trying to cross the pond had
frozen both his ears, so bitter was
the cold. He would have perished mad
not mis- guide beaten him to make him
walk. He had desired to lie down and
go to sleep on the snow, and mad
begged the others to go away and
leave him.
On this evening he was lying in his
bunk wondering whether or not he
was going to be able to save his ears.
They were wrapped up and were ach.
ing fearrully. and Mr.. Meigs wasn't
taking tie most intense interest in
any outside matters. The others were
playing pitch-pede before the fire.
Suddenly Mr.. Meigs raised himself
on his elbow and cried, 81 hear some
one shouting for help"
The others stopped their play AMI
listened. Beyond the moaning of the
wind in the chimney and the sough of
the big trees outside there was no
sound.
Folks with frozen ears can hear
most anything" remarked one of mis-
comrades.
But l certainly heard some one
Shout" persisted Meigs.
do you believe for a moment"
said his friend. that man with his
ears done up like pound of picked
trlpe could hear a sound that we
lidnt?"
The clothing man admitted that it
ildn't seem very probable, but still he
persisted in his opinion strenuously
At last one OF the guiies went to the
ioor and shouted into the night.
Fnere was no response.
1T couldn't have been," he said, re.
urning.
Il don't want to be stubborn in this
natter" said Mr.. Meigs, "but 1 do
hlnk we ought to make some inves.
igation. can't go to asleep with
he notion that some poor cuss is out
heir in the cold. Somehow or other
can't reason myself out of the no.
on that there is something the mat
er outside, and l wish you would
'ok it up. I'd go myself if it were
OF for my ears
After poking some fun at the persis.
mt man arguing from his nest in the
INK, two of the guides put on their
tier clothing and went out.
"Of course, it may be that some
le has dropped into the water hole
'Wn here a piece" sail one of them.
'ut as that's more than a mile away
don't stand to reason that you
uld nave heard any shouting with 6
ur ears done up in that manner"
IN the course of fifteen minutes one 9
the men came running back, and /
ose in the camp heard him pulling !
moose sled out Of the lean-to. c
There is something the matter af- l
all down at the water hole!" he a
ed to those within. ED was anead ]
d he nollered back to me to bring t
moose sled"
And in little while they came tug