CHAP. x. A BROKEN ARM. 1G1 



me to step over the sticks and let them pass ; he, still 

 holding by my hand, did so at once. I tried, and slipped, 

 and fell between two sticks, just as they were being 

 jammed together, and the arm was broken like a twig, 

 and the flesh crushed. Jerome heard me cry out, and 

 thinking I was falling off the rock, pulled me back with 

 all his force. The stick of timber slid over the rock, 

 followed by the others, and away they went down the 

 stream, while I sank almost fainting with pain into the 

 water. Jerome pulled me back, asking me what was 

 the matter. Suddenly I saw light. The joy made me for- 

 get my pain. " It 's day again ! " I cried. What a sight 

 was then revealed around us! The timber from the 

 upper part of Beaver Creek was coming down with the 

 freshet. Several sticks had lodged on our rock, and it 

 w r as a mercy we were not both swept away. My arm 

 began to pain me, and yet in my confusion I saw no way 

 of getting off until the creek fell, which we knew would 

 be in three or four hours. I was looking up the river, 

 watching the timber coining down, and nursing my 

 broken arm, when Jerome cried out, "It's jamming at the 

 rapid below ; we shah 1 soon get off." True enough, there 

 was a jam about fifty yards from us at a turn of the river, 

 and near the head of the rapid. Jerome caught a good- 

 sized stick. I held on to it with my sound hand and 

 arm, and soon we were safely landed on the jam. 



4 We reached the shanty after the men had dispersed 

 to work, but in the course of the day Jerome and I got 

 a ride to the settlement, where I soon got cured of the 

 night-blind and of my broken arm. 



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