road. In ten minutes or so I was back to the marked 

 tree again, having lost my bearings and traveled in 

 a circle. Again I tried it. This time I lined trees 

 with* my eye and tried to keep in a straight line. 

 Success crowned the effort. Just at dusk I came out 

 on the agency road that I had myself traveled. I 

 knew where I was at once. I was probably forty 

 miles from home or from where any one lived should 

 I follow it but as it was unsafe to try a short cut 

 in the storm that was still raging, I reversed my 

 course and started down the road eastward at as good 

 a pace as I could command. 



I had traveled about eleven miles when I came to 

 an abandoned house which had been once occupied 

 by some "sooners. " One of the rooms still had its 

 windows in it. There was also a stove up which 

 was still connected to the chimney with some old 

 rusty pipe that looked like they might fall down any 

 minute. There was also some wood piled in the room. 

 I never knew who piled the wood there but I wish to 

 thank him for it, for it probably saved my life. Start- 

 ing a fire I slept by the stove till daylight, then re- 

 sumed my journey, now exhausted and so terribly 

 hungry that I could hardly keep from eating my 

 fingers. 



All day I trudged along with the most possible 

 pace I could command, and late that evening I was 

 met by a searching party with government team and 

 taken to the agency. Let me tell you that warm fire 

 and something to eat looked awful good to me. 



Editors Note The above reminds us of the story of 

 the Russian who was chased by the pack of one hun- 



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