Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1903-06-10

tired and then went to sleep under a
sagebrush and had been overlooked.
There wasn't the least danger In the
world, and his wife was foolish to wor
ry so about 1t. He knew better, but 1t
wouldn't do any good to tell her the
ground was covered with abandoned
shafts from ten to 200 feet deep, into
which the little feet might stray
He didn't want any supper and, with
out seeing the girls, who were still out,
took canteen of water and went to
find his boy. From that time till morn
ing the scattered searchers on the hill
and the prospector in his cabin heard
every three or four minutes the big
voice, now near, now far away, now
hopeful, now almost wall but always
loud and clear: Jack, papa is looking
for YOU" Jack, answer papa" Stay
where you are" Jackie, call to papa"
Soon everybody caught the idea. Calls
were heard all over the hills, but the
loudest and most constant, the one that
never rested, was the cry: "Papa's look
ing for his little boy. Call to papa,
Jack" After daylight, just as the sun
was glistening the snow capped peaks
to the west and transforming each rock
and sagebrush on the hills into thing
Of beauty, willie the canyons and the
valley to the south We're still in shad-
ow, Walker, hatless and bleeding from
many fall, but us tireless us ever,
found himself facing a wall tent that
he didn't recognize, but somewhere
near his claim, as he reckoned 1t. He
walked toward 1t, and as he did SO
Ben Jones stepped from behind, with
cooked rifle at his shoulder, and
called out: stop there, John Walker!
You are trespassing on my ground"
Without Stacking, Walker answered:
~ don't care whose ground I'm on.
Pm looking for my boy. Have you
seen little boy up this way?"
Jones lowered his gun. els he yours,
Walker"
Yes; my little three-year-old boys
lost Have you seen anything of him? =
Without word the young miner took
the other by the shoulder and pushed
him into the tent. A glance showed
the child, still sound asleep, with one
chubby hand under the tangled curls.
With cry of Jack, my little Jack!'
the father had his baby In his arms,
and there We're two big miners crying
like women.
Little jack was as demonstrative us
anybody when he got his eyes open and
found who had him. When he got con-
troll of himself. Walker asked Jones
where he found him. AS the young
man explained the father held his boy
closer.
GLOW did you get him out, JonesY'
went down and brought him up.
He lodged just above the jump Off"
"Who helped you, Benz"
"Nobody. I couldn't wait to 20 and
wake up couple Of sleepy heads 200
feet away when he was likely to slide
off any second, could n"
"Did you go down that incline and
bring my boy up without any rope on
you, Benz
What could dol" was the answer.
You know the incline. could tell he
was only a baby, and If he moved he
was gone"
Eyes, know the incline. He was
gone If he moved" said Walker, al
most under his breath.
We'll" proceeded Jones, ''you
wouldn't have sat down and waited Tor
a rope, now, would you? 1t amt SO
awful dangerous"
Walker didn't speak or look ut Jones,
but somehow got hold Of his hand and
II 1t hadn't been big and hard one /
am afraid would have crushed 1t.
Jones didn't mind, but said apologize
ally, Il didn't know he was your kid,
Mr.. Walker"