The Florida agriculturist. [volume] (DeLand, Fla.) 1878-1911, 1907-05-22


which the cabin had stood. He knew
too, that even if they were alive hell
must reach them soon or they woult
smother
Turning, he sped swiftly along tn
trail in the direction of the compress
or-house. From out of the darkness!
his voice rose in a shrek: "Dyna
mite! Dynamitew But no answering
voice mingled with the echo of the
shrill cry.
Dynamite, the men be covered in
the snowslide!"
Yet although the hills cried his
terror back and forth, no other an
swer came Davie, before the black
depths of the unlighted compressor
house, stopped to wiring his hands
despairingly. ct cannot dig un out
alone! Where be Dynamite?"
He would have given anything fol
a glimpse of Dynamite John, the
camp bully and hero, that he might
thrust the responsibility upon his
broad shoulders. But that doughty
champion, we'll aware that where one
slide had come others were likely
soon to follow, was running swiftly
for safety across the hills.
Into Davies tottering mind leapec
| picture Of the one chance for his
buried mates. Half a mile away the
tiny thread of the Blue Bell tramway
spun its course down at dizzy height
over the cliffs and gorges. If he
could fling himself into one of the
descending ore-buckets he might per.
haps carry the news of the accident
to the men at the mill, and they might
be able to rescue his comrades from
their snowy grave.
.Snow-flled gulches lay between
him and the aerial tramway, and
above them huge white razor-edged
snow-combs hung suspended from the
rocky ridges, threatening to crash
down without warning upon him HI
knows that "a pistol-shot, sharp call
even the bark of a dog, is often
sufficient to precipitate the menacine
! masses Of snow which hang on the
giant crests Of the Rocky Mountains
But he plunged headlong into the
first drift. He could not que1l, but
he would not yield to the deadly fear
c1utching at his heart. Interminab1e
seemed his slow advance through the
great snow pillows, around bou1ders
and over fallen trees. At times he
was buried in the depths, wallowing
he knew not where, oppressed by
dread lest at any moment he might
fling himself over a precipice Yet
he worked steadily forward till he
came to the base Of the forty-foot
height of timbered tramway station
AT intervals of about two hundred
yards these stations were built to
support the tramway On the plat
form of each station was a shaft bear
ing two heavy iron wheels grooved
to receive the cable, on which were
suspended every hundred feet the iron
ore-buckets running from the mine to
the mill and back to the mine in an
endless chain
These buckets were so nicely ad-
justed, to facilitate dumping. that any
unevenness in loading would cause
them to empty themselves. Tt was
into one of this swaying buckets that
Dav1e meant to make his flying leap
To miss the cable-c1utch. to strike
the side of the bucket in such a way
as to cause it it in it's wild rebound
to fling him out. would be sure death
Somewhere above Davie a neglect
ed wheel shrieked an uncanny wall
of complaint Occasionally the click
of a bucket-grip rang out in the dark
ness. The trammer shuddered as he
began to climb>:aup the ice-coated
ladder
When the trammer reached the
slippery landing his nerves were
auivering and his head swan. The