Carson City daily appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1907-1930, 1911-07-22

Only q part oi TIC d"i"i oi>'
fires of Porcupine will ever be told
will YER be known, and only bits
Of that part would make volumes.
Nearly every man one meets from
the north has his own separate his
tory OF his experience. Jas. a.
Brock of Montreal gave to the
Huirigram a few OF the details OF
his terrible experiences in both the
tire OF Sunday and that Of Tuesday,
in both Of which Billy Moore shared,
and lost his life in the second. On
Sunday they started for Pottsville,
from the north, but were driven
back by the flames. They were
taken in at the Scottish Ontario,
where they remained until late, then
started again for the town, less than
a mile away. Before they had
reached the town their boots were
burned almost off by the cinders OF
the fallen and burned trees that had
been blown across the road.
Big, e.aea Billy.
On Tuesd.y they were in South
Porcupine, along with Lawyer Jack
McMurrick and George Green. From
here we will let him tell the stoy:
Just as the flames struck town
we procured a canoe, but could find
no paddles. Pushing out into the
lake. we had gone but a few rods
when a man on shore ccried out to
know-'Billy for Gods sake take
me in; l can't swim. and don't dare
stay Big, noble-hearted Billy
couldn't resist the appeal, and we
pushed back and took him in . This
made a load too heavy for our slight
canoe, and we had lot gone 200
yards when it was capsized. The
strange man grabbed me as we went
down together, and it was all l could
do to break his grip, else we had
both drowned. He never came up
Poor Billy. too, had gone down never
to rise. He had literally given his
life to another. as but for the over
loaded canoe we could have weather
ed the storm.
George got hold OF one end OF
the canoe, Jack the other. while |
caught the center, lying on my back
and throwing my legs up and catch
ing one OF the cross-bars. Thus we
hung on for what seemed an eternity
of time. We were blown angling
across the lake and thrown upon the
rocks a mile below Golden City. We
were so nearly exhausted that we
could not have possibly hung on
much longer. From there we made
way to town-Golden City
which we reached in a WORKOUT o
dition. ] am a strictly temperance
man but never in my life was ! more
grateful to a man than to Bob Logg-
ley, who met US and ran back to
town for a bottle of whiskey. But
for it we would have not gotten
through"
Mr.. Brock told of some OF those
whom he had met. 1--WE saw one
Englishman, burned almost beyond
recognition, coming up from Deloro.
He was the only one Of a party of
four who had started from the lower
part of that township. We met an
other, also an Englishman, who was
in even a worse condition. He had
started from Eldorado with four
others every one Of whom had per-
ished, and he alone was left to tell
the awful story. They had tried to
save themselves by getting into the
water, but were asphyxiated by the
hot blasts of smoke.
A Hurricane of Flame.
This was not an ordinary forest
FIRE. but a hurricane Of fame. No
body can describe would not at
tempt it.. Those who have not gone
through a like experience will never
know the faintest bit of what it is
like, and l would hope that they
could never know.