The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1939-06-22

wander off.
had gone too close to the edge! The surrey gave a sudden lurch
-, Says DO Dorothy: II n slutohe ed, at the air a $ it slid past me,
bushes growing ut from the side of the cliff and 1 hung o n fol
all l was worth. And there l was, between earth and air, and
with nothing ling to save me from death on the rocks below but my pre-
Dorothy says that time has n o meaning under such circumstances.
The minutes seemed like years. Her arms were aching and her head
was swimming. She could hear Brownie and the surrey wandering off
the road after she had been thrown out. "'F For rate a terrible HH IU moment entA sS Ha
chung to the bushes, and then her fingers encountered a branch OF a small
tree growing along the side of the cliff.
She caught it with hand-then the other-and drew her.
self up the cliff to safety. She lay o the ground for a while,
sick and weak. Then, having recovered a little, she got up and
Brownie and the surrey were nowhere in sight Dorothy started
walking toward home. You'd think she'd had enough adventuring for
few steps when she heard a sound that froze her blood in her veins-the
baying and yelping of dogs.
Wild Dog Pack Pursues Terrified Dorothy.
Dogs don't sound SO dangerous-but Dorothy knew better. A
shOrt, time before she had cen the body of a boy who had been
ters to live in the woods and had reverted to tvpe' I Everv N e
in a while, in those days, packs of that sort appeared in the woods
in various u places throughout the country. And they still do in
the "A n; sipsle If dog te would winta run nbs at t the sight light Of IA a man. etnnrs but ina a p pack, and in
almost anyone. Dorothy knew all too we'll what would happen if this
pack caught up with her. She turned, stumbling, into the woods and
1t was a tree with a low fork of its branches-one she could climb.
nearer and nearer: She wasn't a minute Set too soo aS ' She az t hardlly
clambered into the lower branches when they were o. the spot, yepng
and snaring at the bottom of the tree.
And there i was" she says "perched in the tree while the
sick and cold all over when l think of that moment. The worst
part Of it was that was afraid I'd grow weak o faint n S o numb
from the cold that I'd fall out. knew what would happen then"
With the First Streaks of Dawn the Dogs Left.
Hour after hour Dorothy chung to that tree. wondering why her folks
didn't miss her and come looking for her. Wondering why they didn't
realize something was wrong when the horse and buggy came home
without her. She didn't know that old Brownie. turning completely
around in his struggles to haul the surrey back on the road, had wan.
dered back to town and was spending the night in open horse shed.
Her folks thought Dorothy had decided to spend the night with relatives
in town, as she often did. S % they didn't worry And all that night, she
crouched in the tree racked by the cold and harried by terrible fears.
As the first sreaks Of gray appeared in the sky, the dogs
: skunk e,% off t ssSn s,s the sr, woods, to and n. when rass. She Thought il, x, WAS 81, safe
farmer, driving to the milk depot, found her in the road and
brought her home.
Dorothy says she's written this story for US other adventures to
read, but she adds, Usually, I don't think of if can hep it."
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