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FOR LOVE AND LIFE
By Augustus Goodrich Sherwin
"No abnormal low temperatures
within the limits of" observation"
thus the signal service bulletin, and
Amos Wilbur, reading it aloud, bright
ened up, glanced at the themometer
and then at the distant hills and went
in search of his father, v
"Don't know what ebnormule
means, and rather guess them limits
of observation is limited," remarked
old John Wilbur. "See here, son,"
and the pioneer frontiersman re
versed the under surface of a tree
twig near at hand. "Black, as you
see. That means frost, and a thaw,
and snow. Durn yer low tempera
ments! Thar's rain and a flood, jest
as hefty elements, beant there?"
But Amos was not to be gainsaid.
He had waited five long weeks to get
across the range to Bartonville. An
uncle, dying, had left him a good
team of horses and a truck wagon
and a little sum of money. Amos was
all for joining a young friend in a
small business at the nearest city.
The rig would bring a good price.
"Five hundred dollars is some cap
ital and my friend has as much more.
I feel that I'm built for business, dad."
The old man kept his weather eye
fixed suspiciously on the horizon as
he gave a reluctant consent to the
proposed journey. He was getting
tired of ranch rigors himself, and it
was pleasant to think of comfortable
town life. In no sense did he demur
from Amos trying a business experi
ment. The weather prospects, how
ever, were in ominous disfavor with
him. To the last, even, as the spir
ed team started off the next morn
ing, he persisted that Amos was tak
ing risks and advised a week's delay.
"Dad was right," spoke Amos to
himself 36 hours later. Night was
coming on and a blinding snow storm
had long since driven the team off the
straight trail. Were it not that the
jsteep divide lay behind him now, dan
gerously snow logged, Amos would
have made back for the home shelter.
The snow was soft, clinging and
blinding. The rocky course was slip
pery and treacherous. At the end of
four hours the venturesome Amos
came face to face with a dismal ca
tastrophe. Horses, wagon, Amos and all had
slip and plunged where a snow ledge
had given way.
It was a roll rather than a plunge
and Amos landed waist deep in a
Horses, Wagon, Amos and All Had
Slid and Plunged
heavy drift, unhurt. The wagon lost
two wheels in striking a rock.
"Whoa!" shouted the disconcerted
wayfarer urgently as the horses tore
themselevs loose from the wreck.
But the steeds were frightened,
deaf to command. Their harness trail
ing they struggled up the incline and
were lost to view, and when their
owner regained the mountain level
he saw them dashing away beyond
reach or recalL
For several hours he strove to folt