Weekly journal-miner., 1909-12-29
PRESCOTT CITIZEN
 HAS A HARD TRIP.
CFrom Sundays DaIly)

of the most vivid and thrilling ae- counts of his battle with the deep snows of that region that has ever been chronicled in the history of an Arizona storm. His story as told to a Journal-Miner representative yesterday afternoon at his home on Alarcon street, as he lay in bed,
 suffering the agonies that follow from such an exposure, proved how strong physique outlasted the ele- ments.
 In recalling his frightfui expert ence he gave an interesting outline of the trip he made from the Buster mine to the settlement at Crown King, going into the details of jour- ney that ordinarily is uninteresting owing to the distance covered being only eight miles or so and along a road that is well beaten in years of travel.
 He says that he had been doing the assessment work on his mines near the Buster, and came down the trail to go to Crown King, where he intended to take the train for Prescott that day. He reached the Buster at eight o'clock in the morn ing, and started out on the trip. The snow was falling in light flakes, and the depth was about three feet. As he went along the old road, it got deeper and deeper, and where it waist. He made good progress up to 2:30 o'clock that afternoon, reaching point midway in his destination. At that time the butcher who supplies several camps nearby with meat, came upon him in the old roadway, where the two held a brief consultation. The man was mounted on a horse and said that he did not expect to get through to the King but believ- ed MT. Hartman would, as the latter was not handicapped, and could go where horse would not Believing | that he would reach his destination | that evening, MT. Hartman continued l on, realizing that it would be just as difficult to go back as it would to go ahead.
 He lost the route of the old road | owing to the great depth of the snow, which had reached to his waist He had nothing to guide him but the footprints of the horse ahead.
 The rider of the horse had taken | several cutoff routes around the | fountain ridges, abandoning the road, in order to go to certain camps. | The snow was all the time getting 1 deeper, and as MT. Hartman says. | he was getting weaker, also, and the first symptoms of freezing he felt in his feet. It was getting dark and he was very much excited, using all his strength to keep moving, appreci- ating the fact that if he stopped he would freeze to death in a few min utes.
 He attempted to build a fire but abandoned this as loss of time, as the wood would not ignite. At about i ten o'clock that night he reached an abandoned cabin which he believes is about two miles from the King. L'Fa+a lA l. comfort. He secured a pan and broke a box into splinters, trying to light the contents, but they would not burn. He remained in this building until daylight, walking rapidly around in order to keep up a circulation. His numb feet were beginning to tell on him, and in addition to that discom- fort one of his legs was seized with excruciating rheumatic pains.
 When daylight dawned he recogniz- ed the Gladiator hill, and knew he was near his journeys end. He final ly reached the house of Phil Kearnev at the King, and at this time he was almost eXhauSted after twenty-six hours of the worst experience he ever passed through. His sufferings were intense and have continued to the present. He has not slept mo- ment since reaching his home in the city, although last night his agonies were not as severe as when he first arrived. Both feet are frozen and it is probable that all the toes will have to be amputated later. One of his fingers that was enclosed in heavy gloves was frozen also.
 Mir. Hartman says that had it not been for the footprints of the horse he followed as a guide to his move ments, he would most assuredly have frozen to death, as the road was GOV