. Bushy : a romance founded on fact . one great avalanche, crushing every-thing in its pathway. She hurried on some dis-tance and then shouted again, and this thevoice was directly under her feet. Padre, is that you ? she called, placing hermouth near the snow, and then throwing herselfflat on the bank, she put her ear down to listen. Yes; is that you. Bushy ? Yes, yes, Ill dig you out, she cried, begin-ning to dig with all her might; her little handssoon making a large hole in the soft snow beneathher. I am not very far under, called her father, sofaint she could scarcely hear, but I am
. Bushy : a romance founded on fact . one great avalanche, crushing every-thing in its pathway. She hurried on some dis-tance and then shouted again, and this thevoice was directly under her feet. Padre, is that you ? she called, placing hermouth near the snow, and then throwing herselfflat on the bank, she put her ear down to listen. Yes; is that you. Bushy ? Yes, yes, Ill dig you out, she cried, begin-ning to dig with all her might; her little handssoon making a large hole in the soft snow beneathher. I am not very far under, called her father, sofaint she could scarcely hear, but I am pinneddown with a beam of the tool-house. I dont thinkIm hurt much. Dig with anything you can finduntil I can make you hear and understand all Isay. Bushy got a piece of broken plank and worked forfifteen minutes as she never worked before. Nedstood by and neighed every time Bushy spoke toher father. Now, said Mr. Sukolt, when she had dug adeep hole down to him, try and get me out, so Ican help the boys. None of them were up but me. YES, YES, Ill dig you out, she cried. THE NEW PUBLIC ASTOR, LEN* BUSHY 41 when the sUde covered us. All depends on you,Bushy. But Bushy was too Httle to make much head-way, and her strength was not half enough to liftthe great beam that was right across her fathersbody. This will never do, Bushy. There is noth-ing left but for you to ride to the blacksmiths. No,there is a camp of miners down the gulch, only amile from here. Ride there as fast as Ned can takeyou; have the miners bring shovels and picks todig us out; the boys may be smothered even bythis time. Bushy did not tell her father that she thoughtthe slide had cut off the way there, but she rode Nedas far as she could, then tied him to a tree andstarted on the half run and half jump to the camp. Bushy had never been known to say I cant.*She carried the lantern, floundered through thesnow out to the trail which would lead her to thecamp. On, on she went, sometimes missing thepath, then she ha
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