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About The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965 | View Entire Issue (June 12, 1913)
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Council Bluffs, la. General Agents. A FLIGHTFOR LIFE The Story of a Rescue Trip In the Mountains of Alaska. BRAVE MEN AND SPEEDY DO’GS An Act of Heroism That Saved a Wo man and Her Sick Husband From Death When Stranded on a Winter Night Amid the Snow Clad Peake. The hardships to which people are exposed in the far north give frequent occasion for the display of heroism. In the pages of “Trailing and Camp ing In Alaska” Mr. Addison M. Powell tells of the rescue of a woman and her hhsband who were stranded on the mountains in an Alaskan vT-ter. A dog team galloped up ^ stopped In front of the only pretena. if a hotel In Valdez. The night was dark, as the northern winter nights always are when the moon is not shining. The dogs Immediately lay down, almost ex hausted from their long trip, and the two men were soon surrounded by In quirlng friends. One of the two said: “What do you think, fellows? We passed a woman just this side of Saw mill Camp. She was pulling a sled, on which was her sick husband. We re monstrated against her crossing the glacier, but she replied that they might as well die up there as any where else, as it meant certain death to stop. Our dogs could pull only our outfit, and there wasn’t grub enough for all, so we were compelled to leave them. They will be at the last timber tonight and if somebody doesn’t go to their rescue they will be dead by this time tomorrow.” A man stepped out from the crowd and said: “I’ll go for one. Now, who else has a good dog team to splice in with mine?” “Pm your man!” answered another. It was 8 o’clock in the morning be fore they had made their selection of dogs and were ready to start on that hazardous trig. "We’ll be on the first bench by day light and have them here before mid night,” said one as he straightened out the team for the sixty mile run. “Yea, boys! Stand in there, Leader! Mush, mush on, mush!” And with a yelp the dogs galloped away as If aware of the urgency of their mission. “Haw, Leader!” we heard as they turned the corner, and then they were gone. “There goes the best dog team in Alaska and driven by two of the best-men on earth!” exclaimed a man as he re-entered the house. The trail was easily followed, and soon the nine miles of level- bench were passed. The speed slackened only when they were ascending the ridge, which they crossed by 11 that morning, and there It was seen that the sharp peaks were curling fine snow high in the air. “They are beginning to smoke!" ex claimed one of the men. “Yes; we must get back before night or it’s all off,” replied the other. Down, down, the steep descent they plunged, and by 1 o’clock they were off the glacier and skipping over level ground. In a short time they dlscov erel the unfortunate couple whom they had started out to rescue, and when they came up to them It was a pitiable scene that presented itself. The poor womnn had become com pletely exhausted and had thrown her self down beside her helpless husband. She had evidently abandoned all hope and was weeping bitterly when she suddenly heard the yell of a driver and the barking of dogs. In a mo ment she passed from despair to hope. As the team galloped In a circle and stopped beside her with the dogs’ heads pointed back toward the glacier she clapped her hands with Joy. The dogs lay down and with their lolling tongues lapped the.snow, while the drivers ate some crackers and Jok ingly encouraged the sick man and the tired woman. They bade her seat her self comfortably while they fastened the two sleds together. - Soon they were bounding away again at the dogs’ first speed. When they recrossed the summit the whole range was "smoking,” and the wind was sending the fine snow along the crust It whipped their faces with a warning of what was coming, but the driver said: "Twenty miles to town, and It can never catch us!” In Valdez every one was anxiously watching the trail. Many exclaimed, “They can’t possibly be here before midnight!” but they were. As they rushed up to the crowd with a yell and a chorus of barks from the noble dogs they were met by eager, helping hands. The dogs acted as If they had understood why they were being pet ted, and again the woman wept for Joy. _ The Contingent Fee. The following pointed note was writ ten by Daniel Webster In answer to a request that he take a certain case for a contingent fee: “I do not desire em ployment In professional matters, al though 1 do sometimes engage In them. But I never engage on contin gencies merely, for that would make me a mere party to a lawsuit" Resourceful. Gibbs—Your wife seems to be a re sourceful woman. Dlbbs—Resourceful! Why, the other day she put In a pane of glass with chewing gum.—Boston Transcript Real coolness and self possession are the indispensable accompaniments ot a great, mind.—Dickens. SHIPS JUST" LIKE'A VILLAGE. Strange Little Worlds Are the 8outh Pacifio Oceen Steamers. Id tbo morning (bow strange at sea) I was awakened by the bleating of n lamb and by a lusty cockcrow. The Royal Mall steamers of the west coast are a strange little world. Built for an ocean where storms - are, unknown, they combine certain com.^L not to be found on much more pretentious boats. Their saloons and cabins are excep tionally large and open directly upon the promenade decks that stretch the entire length of the ship, there being, properly speaking, no steerage and no second class. The natives and others who cannot afford the first class ticket travel in the "cublerta," as It Is called, a deck at the stern roofed wj.h canvas, but otherwise open, where in pictur esque confusion, surrount -d by hags and bundles, they loll In 1- -c. mocks or lie wrapped In shawls. Toward this deck the hem rop faces —a big two story affair, , i,.;iy t lied with ripening fruits, bana -a.’, -n't;if_.es and the like and partly w.th Ji.clns. ducks and other forlorn 1 <z X.»Vfl. fattening for the table. BetTesn decks stand your beef and mutton on the hoof, gazing mournfully up at you as you look down the hatehwnys. Upon this homelike boat, quiet and contented, with no unseemly hurry, you meander down the coast at ten knots. The air Is soft as a caress, and for at least eight months of the year the sea Is as placid as a mountain lake, a glassy mirror reflecting an azure sky.—Ernest Plexotto in Scrib ner’s Magazine. POCKETS VERSUS HAND BAGS. Real Reason of the Subjection of Wo man to Man. Civilized man finds It difficult to make his way through life without a dozen pockets. The ordinary walking suit has fifteen. Civilized woman makes hqy way through life without pockets, depending on a single bag carried in the hand. The professional humorists have never tired of com menting on woman’s pocketless condi tion. but it is really no laughing mat ter. Here is a sex difference which is something more than fashion, which goes to the very heart of the subjec tion of wom’an to man. If we accept Spencer’s definition of the evolution ary process as consisting in progress from an Indefinite homegeneity to a definite heterogeneity the superior po sition of man is at once established. His fifteen diversified pockets, each al located to a separate use—watch, cigar case, pocketknlfe, purse, newspaper and package of garden seeds—need only be contrasted with the single reticule In which the female of the spe cies stores away an unco-ordlnated mass of handkerchiefs, toilet articles, car fare, press clippings, telephone ad dresses, dress goods samples, confec tionery, memoranda and tradesmen’s bills that have long been settled by check. Strong in his pockets, man walks the earth free in the play of his upper limbs, whereas woman sacrifices- the use of her right arm before venturing out in a world of street cars, motor cars, moving staircases, elevators and ticket booths.—New York Post No Wonder She Behaved. "I believe," said the minister, with a twinkle in his eye, “that the saying that children and fools tell the truth" is true. The other day my wife and I were Invited out to dinner. The chil dren of the family were so remarka bly well behaved that my wife re marked: “ ‘What lovely, well behaved children yours are, Mrs. Brown!’ “Both Mr. and Mrs. Brown beamed at this approval of their offspring, when up piped little Mary, ‘Well, pa said that if we didn’t behave he’d knock our blocks off. didn’t you, pa?’ ’’—Moth ers’ Magazine. Royal Informality. At Cadlnen, Emperor William’s mod el farm in West Prussia, where he loves to tramp about In rough clothes and high top boots, there is a certain blacksmith whose hand is never too grimy for his kaiser to shake. The Princess Victoria Lulse from earliest years has shared her father’s liking for the man's sterling qualities. One day the emperor and princess, in com pany with a high official, called at the smithy. As its owner turned from work to welcome them the kaiser in troduced him as “a special friend of my daughter’s.”—Pictorial Review. Toasted Bugs. An Insect much resembling the June bug and found in great quantities in the high plains about Quito, capital of Ecuador, Is toasted and eaten as a delicacy by the natives of that coun try. It is sold in the streets in the same i manner as are chestnuts in the cities of this country. The roasted bugs i taste very much like toasted bread. Not Well Pleased. “I had to kill my dog this morning,” said the boob. "Was he mad?” asked the cheerful idiot “Well, he didn’t seem any too well pleased,” replied the boob,—Cincinnati Enquirer. Most Interesting. Woman is the most interesting thing ever Invented. One half the world spends its time writing about her, and the other half spends dts time reading about her.—Cincinnati Enquirer. Never spend your money.1 before you have it—Thomaa<Jefferaon. —l ~ . Dick Terry waved his hand careless ly toward the stars and stripes flutter ing from a nellfuboring flagpole. "Oh, of course. I’ve got plenty of re spect for the grand old rag, but one can’t throw » flt every time It breaks to the breeze!” “Dash It all, Dick,” exclaimed Mon roe irritably, "you’re almost Insuffera ble since you took that trip abroad! Of course one doesn't want the eagle to scream all the time, but no American bus got red blood in his veins If he doesn’t feel a thrill of patriotic love every time he salutes his country’s flag. Walt until you’ve knocked around the world as much as I have and you’ll And that flag the sweetest sight you ever witnessed. It’s the thing in your college set to make light of these things—but wait!” ******* Five years afterward Dick Terry found himself stranded in a remote Chinese village, whose inhabitants were excited over the reports of the impending revolution. Ignorant and superstitious and bating all foreigners of whatever nationality, they fell upon the luckless American and clapped him into a fllthy lockup, to await what ever punishment the local magistrate should Inflict. It was quite useless for Dick to as sert that he was a -harmless American citizen, who had attempted to shoot the rapids of the upper Yangtze river in a motorboat without guides or com panions and had met with disaster in the attempt. It was vain for him to protest that he meant no harm to the villagers and that he did not possess the evil eye. nor did he wish to steal their children for the dissecting room of a Shanghai hospital. They merely listened politely, shook their round heads and locked him up. The prison cell was a small atone room in the magistrate's yamen. and, after Dick had made a horrified exami nation of the dirty walls and floor and the moldy built in bed he sat down on the edge of the latter and admitted it was worse than he had expected. "I don’t believe those fellows under stood a word I said,” he muttered dis consolately. “If they really knew that I was an American and the son of a banker in Shanghai they would let me go. For all they know I may be a Ger man”— Just then he thought of his country’s flag. What would it not mean if he had carried, as many Americans did when traveling abroad, a small silk flag to toss in their yellow faces! But Dick had never felt the real need of his country's protection before, and so he was unprepared to call upon her. Ho looked disconsolately at his cloth ing. If he had possessed the necessary materials of the right colors he would have hastily manufactured a flag. His tweed suit was gray, his shirt a white drill and his uecktle a brilliant red. “If 1 ouly hud some of the right kind of blue. I believe I'd try it” he mut-. tered. But. of course, there wasn’t a scrap, so he stared moodily at the rap idly disappearing puteli of sunlight on the dirty floor. Just as it vanished, leaving the cell cold and gray, a key grated in the lock and the door wns pushed timidly in ward. Dick looked up and saw a Chinese maiden tilting toward him with a small tray on which were set a bowl of steaming rice and a pot of tea. He smiled as be got up and took it from her hands. He bowed courteous ly and said “thank you” several times until she understood what be meant and giggled delightedly. ^She was a pretty girl according to Asiatic stand ards, and Dick was impressed by the rich quality of her garments. She wore a handsome coat of some rich blue satin embroidered in dull silver butterflies. The satin was the color of the blue Held In the dag of the United States of America. Dick Terry had a daring thought. With a charming smile he pointed to her robe and lifted his eyebrows ques tioningly. Me pointed to himself, and then drawing off a diamond ring that he wore he offered It to her in ex change for her beautiful gown. He had to repeat this pantomime several times before the girl under stood bis meaning, and, although she looked longingly at the Jewel, she shook her shining black hair and edged timidly toward the door. Then Dick became mutely eloquent He gesticulated and smiled and nod ded and pointed to bis red necktie and extended his hands In appeal for a piece of cloth of that color and repeat ed the performance with a plea for some blue material of the tint of her robe, with sewing implements. At last she appeared to understand and closed the door after her vanish ing form. For long, dark hours after that Dick was alone. He was waiting for the reappearance of the Chinese girl, whom he suspected to be a member of the magistrate’s household. If she brought the required materials he might clumsily stitch a flag together, and that would save his life on the morrow. Without the protection of the flag. whose stars and stripes would explain so much to the hostile Til lagers, as well as favorably imprest tbe magistrate, he would probably be come a victim to their superstitious hatred. The savagely grinning faces of ,hls captors had warned him of their in tentions. He knew that the hearing before the magistrate would be a farce. His life would pay the penalty of his foolhardiness and his own people would never know what had become of him. They would most likely conjec ture that be had perished In the cruel rapids of the river, together with the sunken motorboat Just as he had reached the bottom rung of despair be heard a sound at the door, and Instantly he followed the wall around until he stood beside the partly opened door. He felt something soft and silky thrust toward him, and he grasped It thankfully, together with the little hand, whose fingers terminat ed in long, shell-llke nails. He held the struggling hand long enough to slip the diamond ring upon one Unger, and then he let It go, and as the door closed he hoard the same delightful giggle that assured him that maidens were the same the world over, whether of the east or west. If any one of Dick Terry’s college mates had seen him that night they would have found him employed in a strange task. If Monroe had looked In upon him he would have discovered that the careless youth of five years ago had departed and that here sat a stern faced man calling upon his coun try to save his life. In the dim light of an 111 smelling oil lamp which he had found by diligent search and lighted with inntches from his pocket Dick examined the offering of the Chinese girl and found that she had Indeed exceeded his wildest hopes. There were several lengths of rich silk —one of blue, one of red and a third .of white. Wrapped in the folds were needles and skeins of sewing silk. His penknife was sharp, but it did not entirely take the place of a pair of scissors. His fingers were clumsy, and he had not the least knowledge of the mystery of needle and thread, but he learned by experience And when morning dawned gray and cold in the prison cell he blew out the lamp and looked at the product of his hands with eyes whose lids were stiff with weari ness. He had made a flag—the flag of his country. It was a strangely wrought emblem. The red and white Btrlpes were curiously zigzag In their mean derings and the stitches were beyond mention. It is sufficient to say that they were strong. On the rich blue field In the upper corner he had sewed oddly pointed white stars, jagged from the silk with his knife. It mattered not that this flag of his bore only the thirteen stars representing the original thirteen states of the Union. He made as many as he could and stopped. Ar he looked at the product of his la bors and realized what this flag meant to him now when his life was at stake he flushed hotly In remembrance of his witless’speech to Monroe years before. What was It he had said with that su perior smile of his youthful, conceited self? “Oh, of course, I’ve got plenty of re spect for the grand old rag, but one can’t throw a fit every time It breaks to the breeze.” “I guess I’ll have a story to tell Mon roe if I ever get out of this alive," he muttered as be fell to concealing about his person all the bits of silk that were left from the flag. He had no wish to implicate the girl in this matter. A manservant brought his breakfast, and when the meal was concluded the American was led to the magistrate’s audience chamber. Beneath his coat was wrapped the American flag which he had made during the night. The hearing was a farce. Not one present understood a word of anything save Chinese, and( none of them ap peared to recognize the different native dialects with which Dick was familiar and all of which he tried upon them without success. It was plainly evi dent that they wished to railroad him through to a speedy execution, and he had not the slightest doubt that they could concoct a crime against him as well as prove that he committed It. The magistrate - was a large, sleepy eyed, Indifferent individual, who ap peared bored by the whole proceeding. He waved Dick aside when the jtoung man tried to speak and listened Im movably to the complaints of the half dozen rascally looking men who had captured him. When they had con cluded the magistrate uttered a few sharp words and waved his hand In dismissal. As eager yellow hands were out stretched to grasp him Dick opened his coat, flashed out the silk flag and wrap ped the stars and stripes about his shoulders. “Touch that if you dare!” he yelled, and so eloquent was his voice and ges ture that they understood and shrank back, looking uneasily at the magis trate. That Individual scowled unpleasant ly and pondered awhile. Then he ut tered more sharp commands, and. In accordance with the Chinese custom of supplying some sort of victim for ev ery sacrifice, the vociferous complain ants were hustled forth to execution, while Dick Terry was reluctantly es corted to the river bank and permitted to exchange several pieces of good Eng lish gold for a dilapidated little sam pan, In which he eventually reached a treaty port, where he took a train for Shanghai. The silk flag occupies a place of hon or In Dick Terry’s home, and he never loses an opportunity to point a moral by relating the story of how that flag was made. j Jtt to^SS^gMLttg^a^th^waatg^a