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fastened to the logs, he purchased some mezquit beans, an 
the half of a dog. 
Early the next morning he tottered to the bank, and again? 
pushed into the current. The first day out he gave way ta 
the yearnings for food, and, despite his resolution to the 
contrary, he ate up his entire stock of provisions, which did 
not, by any means, satisfy his craving. Three long days | 
of hope and dread’ passed slowly by, and still no signs of 
friends. Reason tottered, and White stretched himself on 
the raft; all his energies exhausted, life and death were to 
him alike indifferent. 
Late in the evening of the third day after leaving the 
Indians, and fourteen days from the time of starting on this 
perilous voyage, White again heard voices, accompanied by 
the rapid dash of oars. He understood the words, but could 
make no reply. He felt a strong arm thrown around him, 
and he was lifted into a boat, to see manly bearded faces’ 
looking on him with pity. The great objective point, 
Calville, was reached at last; the battle for a life was won, 
but with the price of unparalleled suffering. The people 
of this Mormon settlement had warm, generous hearts, and, | 
like good Samaritans, lavishly bestowed every care on the” 
unfortunate man, so miraculously thrown into their midst 
from the bowels of the unknown cafion. His constitution, 
naturally strong, soon recovered its terrible shock, and he - 
told’ his new-found friends his wonderful story, the first : 
recital of which led them to doubt his sanity. q 
Charles McAllister, at present an assistant in the store of | 
Mr. Todd at Fort Mojave, was one of the three men who went | 
m the boat to White’s assistance. He said that he never | 
rela wretched a looking man as White when he first met — 
him; his feet, legs, and body were literally flayed, from ex- 
