The Corvallis times. (Corvallis, Or.) 1888-1909, 1902-11-29
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| selected place where the wall
seemed thin, and began hacking.
/ Progress was slow. At first his stiff
muscles and sore body hurt acutely,
but this pain wore away as he went
on, The wood, charred outside and
very dry, was hard and tough. AL
| though 1t was a sunny day and his
eyes had adjusted their vision to the
dimness of his pit, he could hardly
see where to strike. He dared not
pry out large slivers, for if the edge
or handle of his hatchet should break
he might never get out. His awkward
position and the one-hand work tired
him rapidly, and he suffered occasion
al cramps.
During one of his frequent rests he
heard Ban barking loudly outside.
Good dog! I'm coming!" he
shouted.
When Tom did not appear for sup
per, Mrs. Cornwiler began to fret, but
not much, for he was often late. Aft
er supper, with no Tom to do the
chores, Mr.. Cornwiler grumbled, but
did them himself, saying:
"Come, now, wife, the boy probably
has good excuse. He's pretty reg
ular, considering"
By bedtime Mrs. Cornwiler was anx-
ious.
I'm sure he's lying hurt some
where in the woods, fallen from a
tree; or maybe he's got lost"
"Pshaw, now, Edith! Tom couldn't
lose himself anywhere in this county
the darkest night that ever was; and
he doesn't know how to fall from a
tree. He'll be home all right pretty
soon. Likely he's hindered by some
thing he thinks important"
At ten o'clock Mrs. Cornwiler was
insistent and Cornwiler less confident.
He proposed to take the dog and
search.
Ban, being told to "Go find Toni"
set off joyfully, wagging his tail. He
led Cornwiler straight to the charred
stub and barked, 1eaping against it.
Cornwiler looked the stub all over.
There were no signs of Tom. He
called, and fired his rifle. There was
no reply. He supposed the stub solid,
but thumped it. Unfortunately the
blow struck where the shell was thick
and where Tom had packed the debris
hardest inside. 1t sounded solid. Mr..
Cornwiler thought that Ban had fool
ishly tracked a, squirrel up it, OF per-
haps a coon mad been there and gone.
He dragged the dog away, ordering
him again to "Find Toni" Ban IN
stantly ran back to the stub and
whined and scratched, but Mr.. Corn
wiler pulled him away.
Mr.. Cornwiler searched long time,
but found no trace of Tom, and Ban
seemed puzzled and not much inter-
: ested. After midnight Cornwiler be-
gan a terribly anxious inquiry, rous-
ing neighbor after neighbor. No one
had any tidings. Mr.. Millwaite
dressed, took his rife and accompa-
MED Cornwiler. Mrs. Millwaite, not
withstanding her depreciation of
Tom, went to cheer and comfort his
mother all she could.
Millwaite suggested going first to
the charred stub. "You know Toms
been there" he said, land it's the
right point to start from" As soon
as they arrived Ban began whining
and scratching about the stub. Corn
wiler sternly ordered him off, and the
poor dog, probably supposing it was
all right, reluctantly obeyed. Both
men believed the stub solid, and that
Tom had merely come and gone. The
news of the lost boy spread, and by
sunrise a dozen men and boys were
securing the woods.
After getting breakfast and doing
the housework, Clara Millwaite, who
had been thinking, concluded that
Tom must, after all, be at or near the
charred stub. "a dog never mistakes
in such matters; men do" the SEN
sible girl reasoned She would 60 and
take look for herself.
eff Tom is there he'll be hungry
and thirsty" she thought, SO she put
a generous breakfast and bottle of
new milk in bark basket.
Thinking Ban of no service, Corn
wiler left him at the house, and the
dog Immediately returned to the stub
and resumed his barking. Clara
heard him and hurried to reach the
spot and judge for herself of the
dogs behavior. She arrived just as
Tom drove long silver through, and
put out his fingers for Ban to lick.
In a few moments more he had the
aperture sufficiently enlarged for
Clara to pass in she bottle and slices
Of food. Tom drank 6rst-a long,
thirsty pull. Then how he did eat!
with the appetite of a starved wolf
and the gratitude of a generous-mind-
ed boy. Clara bede him give her the
hatchet, and while he ate she hacked
with the skill and strength of a pion-
eer girl. AS the wall was now pierced
they could chop the edges of the shell
and make faster progress. In half
an hour Tom was able to squeeze