The copper era., 1902-06-26

meal, and iu a little while longer I was cooking two and three meals a day.
 The bones in my leg knit, but the ends were not properly together, which necessitated .he breaking over Of one of the places when l was finally taken to the hospital. Alter about six weeks the little stream that was running by my camp began 10 lessen its flow ma tcrially and va, a source Of worry for me from that time on. The condition was in could never move camp aud if it went dry it meant l was to perish the same as many a poor prospector has on the desert. But, thanks to Providence. there was still q small dribblc left when l was rescued.
 "One day was good deal like an other afraid all the time l would go mad, had three old newspapers and copy Of Monte Chrioto. l kept reading those over in turn till I could almost repeat them word for word, advertise ments and all.
 "On September 10 had crawled off about fifty yards from my camp to try and get little Grewood. was des- perate that morning. Death stared me in the face. Yet life had never seemed more beautiful. It was about nine o'clock and the sky was as clear as a bell. The stiffness was something awful, when all al once l could distinct ly hear horses hoofs beating the turl not more than half a mile away. My heart stopped beating for an instant, and I trembled from head to foot Then Of sudden my heart started In with sIedgehammer blows. l could feel my blood pusating in every vein in my body. The sound came nearer, nearer, nearer! Then l heard voices, but could not sec any one. Had l gone mad? Was it true my reason was leaving me? It was terrible to specu- late thus. for even those few brief moments. But they were dispelled in an instant, when around point ol pro- iecting rocks, not over one hundred wards away, rode two hOrscmen.
  way. l thought I was going to faint and that they would pass me by. l tried to call out, but for tho moment could not utter q sound. Nearer and nearer they came. They had seen me, I could tell by their actions. They had also changed their course directly toward mo. 1 was frantically gestlcu- lating and finally made out to say some thing. I could see look of wonder and pity on their faces. Then like q flash of light recognized my old friend and schoOlmate, Amos Wright. We had left home together in '6l 1; went through the war together and in 'G6 had come to Colorado together, but had not seen one another for four years. l uttered one word, Amos" :" and he in return said Jack - In an instant he was off his horse and at my side and supporting me with those strong arms of his. 1 admit l showed a weakness. shed tears Of joy. In fact I cried just like a baby. l never expect to be as happy again as ] was at that time. l knew Amos of old. 1 knew he would die rather than leave me alone again. What comfort it was! Amos spoke first. "For Gods sake, Jack, what has happened?" Then 1 collected myself aud told him all. He went to his sad dlebags and brought back some ham and egg sandwiches and a bottle of whiskey. l ate while we talked, for l was hungry. My stock of provisions was exceedingly low.
 He picked me up bodily and carried me to camp. Then he dispatched his partner for help to Canyon City, thirty miles away, At l2 o'clock that night he returned with four more COW punch CTS. strctchcr and some provisions. At suu-up next morning we started. It was necessary t) pack me twenty miles Of the distance, but by night was deposited in hotel in Canyon City"
 For ten years after this Jack Ferris was familiar figure on the streets of Canyon City and Salida, and he told many people of his adventures and of what would one day be great gold camp. But how great he never even dreamed in his hightest visions. In the year 'Sl he drifted over the main range along with the D. & R. G. rail road that built over that spring. Dur ing the summer of 20 Jack wa, laid to rest in lonely grave on the mountain sido at q little town called Sargent, twenty miles west of continental divide on the D. ,I l.. G. railroad. When his fatal illness came on he was organizing prospecting exposition to go into the Cripple Creek country. There was little excitement there that summer and some good mines staked out the next year.
 Amos Wright is still alive and quite prominent in mining circles in Cripple Crock, being among the early locators in the spring of lS91."
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