Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1914-01-02

frightened Newell. the first time he has
ever shown fear Of the trails. Ramon
% concerned about his safe passage
that all else was forgotten. Given
plenty Of time. I knew my horse would
feel his way as safely down any noun
tain. ~ tho best long-eared beast.
Horses are not considered 30 valuable
as burros and mules for this sort Of
travel.
We were down, at last. without acci-
dent. and everyone drew q breath OF.
relief. Another problem confronted W.
We had the Black river to ford and
although a sort of ford IL constructed
on the river bed. 1t was a dangerous
proceeding. Mr.. williams took Newell
In his arms on his mule and managed
to get across safely. wetting both feet
thoroughly, so deep was the water.
Leaving Newell on the opposite bank.
he forced his dripping mule to go back
and carry Margaret across. Then I
brought up the rear. leading the mule.
When Mr.. Williams asked Damon how
he intended to cross, he replied that he
would entirely undress, put his clOther
and the basket on his head and he be-
lieved h a he could keep his head.
basket and all above the water. So
we went on and left him to do it. AL
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river on a suspension bridge and waited
at the inn where we had Ramon's
breakfast ready for him when he had
dressed and overtaken up. I q eve
seen this part Of the road before as
it was considered impossible for the
and up that ridge of mountains and
we had gOnc a roundabout way q year
ago.
Crawling Up the Trait.
An hour later found us crawling up
the white trails by the side of the Gold
river. AS we looked back at the trail
we had come we could discern q row
Of ants toiling down. each with his
burden on his back. Mr.. Williams said
vinced' himself that they were the
mules with u baggage and that he
could not hope that they would all
cross the Black river without losing
something and wetting everything. He
had warned some men at he Inn to bo
on the watch for them and to render
aid In helping them across.
Home at Last.
After this we had no more steep
climbing nor breathless descents. We
chung to the narrow ledge OF the noun
tain and constantly went to meet the
Gold river. which was never any less
beautiful than 1T looked to US when we
caught that first glimpse of 1t. This
road was tiresomely familiar to Mr..
Williams for he has been holding q
Monday night service each week in the
city OF Rio Negro. just around the bend
of the river from where we crossed 1t.
We plodded on in the heat until we
saw the white walls of Bucaramanga,
squatting on the little plain.
"Oh. what a dirty. dirty place!" vas
my first thought when we at last en-
tered the streets of our town. We found
our hands full those first days. All the
trunks were more or less wet. Some
of them were wet from the canoe days.
Can you imagine what that meant to
the clothing inside them in this heat?
In our effort to save and redeem from
mildew We had no chance to grow
lonely. the first week. al least.
We have every reason to be thankful
that we arrived SO safely. MOI a days
illness on the part of either Of the chill
dren. no fever. in spite of the best that
the mosquitoes could do. and no acci-
dent of any sort. And. too. we are CRATE
full to all friends. either in America or
Columbia. who have interested them
selves in our trip.
Mrs. Maude Newell Williams.
(The next article will tell Of q mob
attacking Rev. and Mrs. Williams and
another missionary