The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1902-04-11
DYING VISION AND CRY
TALES OF TELEPATHY FROM A
CANADIAN LUMBER CAMP.

Sweetheart, 500 Miles Away
Believers IN what Is occult or the |
telepathlc VIII perhaps find NO ditli-
Guilty IN accounting for the following |
occurrences H. Gatineau (Canada) |
numbering shanty. Ordinary mortals
OF conservative ideas find 1t not easy
TO explain them. The facts are vouched
for by a clergyman
A party OF lumbermen were engaged
In plling logs on Christmas Eve. They
made the piles unusually high The
transfers Cxpostulated with the log
rollers for doing so because OF the
danger to the lumbermen, If their can't
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 testing
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
rs comfortable as possible.
AS night came on he fell into kind
Of stupor. From this he awakened in
a high fever, talking about his father.
Il knew you would come, was sure
Of It, father mine. You had better
hurry, step along. come quick, my
father" he kept calling.
After time he went on Keep away
from that rollway, don't rest there,
get away from the logs" And then In
greatest excitement, There! just what
told you! Oh, he's killed, he's killed!
know it, Mon Dieu, il est mOrt!'
With that a quantity Of blood gushed
from his mouth and he fell back in
the rlgor Of fast approaching death.
There was just one last sobbing cry
heard above the litany of his comrades
rs 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 unprepared 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:-Al 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 l do not
know why stay unless it be to forget
all about Marie and her deviltries. For
the work 1 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 affectionata one,
JOSEPH"
So it was father and son, killed with
in a few hours of each other, at the
same spot, who were lying in neighbor-
ing bertls in the same shanty in the
stiffness Of death at the Noel or Christ
mastide.
Just two days later the clerk Of the
shanty and one of the teamsters were
in the Office awaiting their turn to re-
port TO the local manager OF their EN-
ployers' firm at 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 fol
truly, yes, truly, she had been told in q
vision Of the night and in her OWL
soul she felt that she was wanted
Two days before had she heard hel
Joseph call to her and so to him she
would, to leave him never more, nc
eratter what people said anymore
And the old man Gingras he had him
self sent a boy to her house OF
Christmas Day to tell her to makl