The herald and news. [volume] (Newberry S.C.) 1903-1937, 1921-02-04
RIDE HAD THRILLS
New Zea'ander Probably Broke
Many Speed Records.
Fortunate to Live to Write Of Mad
Journey Across Precipice, and
Night OF Terror.

NlSht or error.
A thrilling adventure in the timber
lands Of New Zealand is related by
Mr.. David Blake. who met with it as
result of quarrel with man named
STnertz. Do you know the great divide
On Mount Siberia? asks Mr.. Blake in
the Wide World Magazine. l had the
. contract for cutting ont ard sending
down the timber from the upper
slopes. Across the gulch, taut as
bow-string. steel cable stretched for
eight hundred feet. The kauri logs,
slung to an underhung trolley running
on huge sheaves, were sent over the
wire to the iother side. A guide rope,
hooked to the trolley. served to check
the run and case the timber to the
landing stage below.
Rod Mckenzie, Duncan and SmertZ
worked in my gang. It was the end Of
the day in late autumn. The last log
"a monster twenty feet long by thirty
in sirth-h.ng ready for launching. i
was on the point OF giving the signal,
when. fancying I noticed slackaess
in one of the sings, l mounted the
log.
This was Smertz's moment for de-
ferred vengeance. AS quick as light
ming he swung his ak and sprarg the
hook Of the guide rope from the sock
G.. On the instant the huge log gath
cred headway down the taut wire.
Some one screamed, Jump. Dave,
iump!'' But there was no time.
All this happened in a fash. I threw
myself face down upon the log and
gripped the sling chains with a grip
of death. Bushes ground and tree
stumps few backward beneath me in
mad blur of speed. The racing
sheaves. in their iron block casing,
screamed and shrilled. Fire flashed
from them. Fire ran along the wire.
Showers of sparks flew out upon the
wind
Suddenly there was jar, the grind
and Shrek Of metal on metal. L
screamed and closed my eyes. There
was a jerk that wrenched my arms
in their sockets. and the mad rush
stopped. The strained wire above
sprang. bent again and hummed like
advanced boWstring The log, hang
ing beneath, leaped up and down, up
and down. 7 was joited from my hold
and, for horrible minute, with one
hand clutched in the chains, hung over
the abyss. Slowly, painfully, / dragged
myself up again. Ny nerves were in
rags. my limbs shook, and my teeth
chattered. I took off my belt and,
reeving it through a chain link, shift
ed position; then l rebuckled the
strong leather round my waist.
This is what had happened. The pin
in the lower block had worked loose.
The wire had jumped the groove in
the sheave wheel, becoming jammed
between it and the iron casing, and
the log had braked itself by its own
weight.
a stiff wind had blown during the
afternoon, and with night it hardened
into gale from the southeast. 1t
roared, swooping through the defile.
| Rain and wind-driyen hail Kissed
across the darkness in fierce gusts.
Flannel shirt and trousers, which rep
resented all my clothing, were little
protection against the Gerce cold.
could not move to ease my position.
ice formed on the chains and on the
wood :. my clothing froZe hard and stiff.
The night was as dark as the. mouth
! of a pit. A single big star broke at
intervals through the wrack of flying
scud. l watched it idly as l lay in a
sort of trance.
I awoke in warm bed. 1t vas
! Dick. my close companion, that bad
come out along the wire in the morn
ing after the storm. He had brolght
with him a sort Of chair Of >rons
rope running on pulley; but how he
| had managed on that swafing, slippery
! log to get me, helpless and uncon-
scious, into the chair ! do mt know.
SmertZ? The boss got him away
| from the boys. locked him Inside his
office and stood guard over him until
the police came. Otherwise they
would have killed him.