Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1902-05-26
DYING VISION AND CRY
TALES OF TELEPATHY FROM A
CANADIAN LUMBER CAMP.


Believers in what is occult or the
telepathic will perhaps find no diff
Guilty in accounting for the following
occurrences in q Gatineau (Canada)
numbering shanty. Ordinary mortals
of conservative ideas find it not easy
to explain them. The facts are vouched
for by a clergyman.
A party of lumbermen We're engaged
in piling logs on Christmas Eve. They
made the piles unusually high. The
teamsters eXpostulated with the log
rollers for doing SO because Of the
hooks should slip while they were roll
ing the heavy logs to such an elevation.
Joseph Gingras, a young French
Canadian, had just made some jesting
reply when his foot slipped, and the
forty-inch thirteen-foot log slid down
upon his shoulders and rolled over
him to the ground. His companions
carried him to the shanty where he
was Immediately put to bed, and made
as comfortable as possible.
AS night came on he fell into kind
of stupor. From this he awakened in
4 high fever, talking about his father.
81 knew you would come, was sure
of it, father mine. You had better
hurry, step along, come quick, my
father" he kept calling.
After a time he went on "Keep away
from that rollway, don't rest there,
get away from the logs" And then in
greatest excitement, "Thoce! just what
l told you! Oh he's killed, he's killed!
know it. Mon Dieu, il est mort"
With that quantity of blood gushed
from his mouth and he fell back in
the rigor of fast approaching death.
There was just one last sobbing cry,
heard above the litany of his comrades
as they knelt around him in the old
habitant fashion, marie, oh Marie!
and he had gone.
Perhaps it was natural on Christmas
Day that some of the men should make
their way to the pile OF logs the scene
OF the accident Of the preceding day.
But they were quite unpfepared for
what they found there.
During the night several of the logs
had bulged out of their places in the
heap and rolled down to the roadway.
And underneath them, crushed into
the snow and Of course stone dead,
was an elderly man and nearby little
valise he had apparently set down
while resting on the pile.
The body was carried to the shanty
and laid in the next bunk to that occu-
pied by Joseph Gingras's body. In
trying to learn the mans identity the
lumbermen discovered In one OF his
pockets this letter written by Joseph
Gingras:
My Dear Papa:-A1l goes well so
far and we are now settled for the
winter near Catfish Lake. You must
know the place, just near the Tomas
sine portage road, three or four miles
north Of the lake. But yet I do not
know why 1 stay unless 1t be to forget
all about Marie and her deviltries. For
the work l like not, and Israel Is not
here after all. No matter; the good
God will not let him escape for what
he has done to me with his lying
tongue.
And me? My father, you must do
just this one thing for me. Come to
me here. Come for the Noel sure.
Maybe you will see me never more If
you come not now. / did wrong to
leave you, to persuade you not to come
with me as before. Sure, sure, come
for the Noel. Your affectionate one,
JOSEPH"
So it was father and son, killed with
in Il few hours of each other, at the
same spot, who We're lying in neighbor-
ing berths in the same shanty in the
of death at the Noel OF Christ
mastide.
Just two days later the clerk Of the
shanty and one of the teamsters We're
in the Office awaiting their turn to re-
port to the local manager OF their en-
ployers' firm ut River Desert, when
they heard a voluble showily clothed
woman asking for the address to the
shanty where Joseph Gingras was en-
ployed.
Her sleigh was outside and she was
distracted until she could reach that
place. Monsieur would believe her, for
truly, yes, truly, she had been told in a
vision Of the night and in her own
soul she felt that she was wanted.
Two days before had she heard her
Joseph call to her and go to him she
would, to leave him never more, no
matter what people said anymore.
And the old man Gingras he had him
self sent a boy to her house on
Christmas Day to tell her to make
haste and go to River Desert, il she
wished to meet Joseph once more.
And the lumbermen We're compelled
to tell her that the bodies of father
and son We're even then on the sled al
the door.
1t was II o'clock on Christmas Eve.
when Marie was putting on her wraps
in the hallway Of her home to go to
midnight mass that she distinctly
heard her lover call her name in ago
nized tones, she fancied from the head
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