The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1909-03-14
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time the end of that branch of the Ca
madam Pacific railroad, and at Morris
she had disappeared.
The trail left by this woman seemed
to the detective to be the one most
likely to lead to her brother and he
determined to follow it. Having pro-
cured warrant, he started for Morris
and arrived there on a sitting hot
day in July, 1888 A careful search
for some trace of John Dobbin in the
town of Morris proved In vain, and
Murray decided to try the open coun-
try beyond the Red river. Alone he
began his pilgrimage afoot walking
for three miles down the river banks
and asking at every house he came tt
whether any of the occupants Knew
John Dobbin. Nobody knew him, how
ever, and after trudging another mile
Murray sat down in the shade TO rest
and cool himself. He wished to cross
the river. but so far had found no
way of doing so, and while lying lazily
on his back considering the situation,
it occurred to him that the river was
not so very wide as to prevent his
voice reaching the opposite side. Ac-
cordlngly he set up succession of
stentorian bowls. which he repeated
at frequent intervals. He became in
teTssted in the echoes and shouted
Justify. changing the tune occasionally
to a shrill whistle which was tossed
back TO him on the fieeting winds
Suddenly there came an answering
screech, and Murray sat up and looked
across the river. On the opposite bank
| stood a woman, screaming to know
what was the matter
Il want to cross the river" shouted
Murray.
"How much will you give me if I
take you over?' she queried.
I'll give you one dollar" roared
Murray.
"AIl right: III call my man from the
field" she responded.
The woman went back into a field
and soon a man made his appearance
at the waters edge, pushed off in a
little boat and padded over. He came
to a halt about ten feet off shore and
Murray stood looking him over. He
was an odd little Frenchman, whose
face was tanned almost black by the
rays of the sun. He surveyed the
would-be passenger with twinklinS.
cunning eyes.
you give to me dollair?" ne
queried. keeping his boat away from
the shore.
Murray took out a paper dollar ard
was about to walk down the sandy
shore to the waters edge, when the
boatman gave vent to terrific whoop
and waved him back with frantic four
ishes of his paddle.
"Queeksand. queeksand," he yelled.
Murray stopped short on the very
edge of treacherOUS Dit of quick
sand. He tested IL cautiously with
one foot, and while it looked like dry
sand, it yielded readily and sucked in
his foot greedly. The little French
man kept on shrieking warnings 20
mis- prospective passenger to go back,
He would not bring his boat nearer
shore. but motioned to the detective
to give him the dollar first. Murray
cut Il long stick from a tree and
fastened the dollar bill 10 an end of
the stick, then climbed out on a limb
of tree overhsnging the water and
tried TO hand the money TO him in
this way. 1t was a long and difficult
reach, requiring a series of prolonged
gymnatic efforts. and Murray was by
no means a lightweight. In the midst
of his contortions the limb bent and
broke suddenly, and the detective
Topped heavily into a duicksand by
the waters edge.
He had struggled to an upright pos
ture as he fell. but began to sink with
alarming rapidity. The harder he
strove to extricate himself the deeper
h went, aid the sucking. gripping
sand. clinging with glue-like tenacity
to its victim, had already enguIfed his
knees. The little Frenehman backed
his boat over near the fioundering Of