The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1902-02-06

aaine frightful speed.
Before / could prevent Il, my hig
mules were turning toward home, but
l urged them back with shouts and
line. and bowed my head over the
dashboard to escape the stinging ice
PARTICLES. They went slowly on with
eyes closed and shoulders Lraced
against the wind for few hundred
feet and then they doggedly insisted
on turning round, in spite of the
whip. I went to their heads, hut the
strong brutes backed and circled,
blowing the sleet from their nostlils,
utterly rebelling. 1 ran back to the
wagon and from the seat fairly pulled
their jaws around to their TANKS as
they shsered of from the storm.
Then one Of them deliberately lay
down with his tail to the blizzard,
and both became entangled in the
harness, and when succeeded in un-
hitching the standing mule, he jerked
away and lumberngly galloped oil in
the binding snow.
AS the remaining mule was kicking
unmanageably in the deepening drift,
and as l was very cold and becoming
exhausted, gave up the attempt to
free the brute, and started back to
the village for aid. But when | had
made 20 steps from the wagon. the
full meaning of the storm broke on
me. / stood in the midst of wlite
wall, seeing nothing, hearing nothing
but the roar of the ice hurricane,
which was so complete and steady
that it gave me a sense Of absolute
loneliness. as a vast silence does.
So hard did the fine hail beat and
brnise me that | turned my back to
its force and tried to reason out the
way to the house, which could not
have been 40 rods from where the
wagon stood. / turned due east, judg-
ing from the tracks of the storm, and
plunged swiftly along with the gale
until stopped in panic at being
wholly lost on. the trackless prairie.
Now the wind, rising every minute,
lashed me furiously from all direc-
tions: my sense of distance and place
was hopelessly confused in the whirl-
ing chaos of snow.
To stand still would be soon to
freeze, and after a scared calculation
OF my bearings, l went on in what l
thought the direction OF the village,
although the inclination to go with
the storm was almost irresistible. 1t
was not until after what seemed an
hour Of futile struggle that | halted
again, turned once more to peer into
the coming blizzard, and was amazed
to see the dim, low outline Of some
vast thing strangely moving toward
me, as If wide, slow, gray blanket t
were creeping over the ground out
of the storm. 1t was not until the
front was almost on me that | made
out n flock of sheep.
The grizzled leader walked almost
to my feet and there stopped for sew
eral seconds, fixing his snow-crested
black eyes upon me in mild surprise.
Then he forged ahead with the storm.
Eehind him in solid mass moved an
immense flock, nothing visible to me
except their snow-covered backs and
the moving legs and downcast heads
that opened as they neared me and
closed as they passed me by, often
touching my clothes.
There seemed to be thousands of
| /, OBJ 1nl In ha
driving gale. | could not imagine
where they were going, but every one
Of the solcmnfaced creatures seemed
to have fixed purpose. just as the
end of the flock seemed nigh, big
black dog loomed up in the rear and
came straight at me. with a trifle of
suspicion in his eyes. He took my
joyful greeting in friendly manner,
however, but | looked in vain for any
rancher accompanying the flock. I
tried to detain the dog, thinking that
surely he had some human companion
not far away, but after regarding me
doubtfully for "A minute, he trotted
after the sheep and disappeared in the
storm.
1t struck me that the faithful guar
dian must be taking the flock home
and so | ran hastily after him with
the blizzard at my back. As | knew
nothing then about western stock,
did not understand that the sheep
were only drifting aimlcssly with
| their tails to the storm. These silly
creatures will wander before a storm
as long as they can stand, unless the
! leader finds bush or n gully where
he can take refuge. Then he stops,
and the whole flock pack around him
! to lecward and lie down to die.
! ihe sheep travelled rapidly through
| the rising drifts, and the black shep-
! herd and followed. | supposed then
that he was heading them toward the
ranch, but now | know that he had
been caught alone with the herd, and,
being powerless to check their flight
had refused, with high, dumb hero
ism, to desert his charges.
Some of the younger and weaker of
the sheep were already tagging in the
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