Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1918-10-18
His Story Told to Beacon Reporter at
Quarantine.

Carolyn May read no further. It
ala not particularly interest the little
girl Besides, she was very tired
too tired to think of her own supper.
Had she read on, however, even her
simple mind might have been startled
by the following paragraphs printed
below the heading Of this startling
story:
Their wonderful good fortune In escap-
ing from the disaster that overlook the
steamer on which they Travelled and
which was caught between the gunnre Of
French battleshlp and two of Tur-
klsh squadron can only be equaled by
the chance which followed. Naturally,
as journalist himself, Mr. Cameron is
prepared to tell the details Of his re-
markable adventure In the columns of
the Beacon a later date.
The boat in which they left the sink
ing Dunraven was separated in the night
and fog from that of the other refugees
and was carried by the current far to
the south In fact, they were enveloped
by fog until they landed upon a stretch
of deserted beach.
encampment of Arabs, But soon after
their Decentralization and before the Of
ficer in command could take means to
communicate with any civilized or semi
civilized, place party Of mounted and
armed tribesmen swooped down on the
castaways.
These people. being Mohammedans and
having seen the battle the day before
between the French and the Turks, con-
sdered the castaways enemies and swept
them away with them into the desert to
a certain oasis whore for nearly eight
months Mr., John Lewis Cameron and his
wife and the other refugees from the
Dunraven were kept without being al
lowed to communicate with their friends.
Mr., Cameron was on furlough from
his paper because of Ill health. At the
beginning Of his captivity he was In
very bad way, indeed, 1t Is said But the
months In the hot, dry atmosphere OF
the desert have made a new man of him,
and he personally cannot hold much ran
cor against the Mohammedan tribe that
held him a prisoner
There was more Of the wonderful
story, but the sleepy little girl had
given it no attention whatsoever.
Prince had eaten and lain down in his
familiar corner. The little girl had
gone softly into her own room and
made up her bed as she had seen her
mother and Mrs. Price make It,
Then she turned on the water In
the bathtub and took bath. 1t was
delightful to have a real tub instead
of the galvanized bucket they used at
Uncle Joe's.
She put on her nightgown at last
knelt and said her prayer, including
that petition she had never left out Of
1t since that first night she had knelt
at Aunty Roses knee:
"GOd bless my papa and mamma
and bring them safe home"
The faith that moves mountains was
in that prayer.
Carolyn May slept the sleep Of the
wearled If not of the carefree. The
noises of the street did not disturb
her, not even the passing Of the fire.
department trucks some time after
midnight.
Nor did nearer sounds arouse her.
She had no knowledge of the fact
that a procession of A. D. T. boys
and messengers from the railroad COM
pany came to ring the bell of the
Prices apartment. Later the janitOr's
family was aroused but the little lame
boy thought 1t would be better for him
A. ha Gop-
olyn May and of having given her the
keys.
So when In the early morning taxi
cab stopped at the street door and
bushy-haired, troubled-looking man got
out and helped woman clad in brown
to the sidewalk the ianltor had no
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