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Title: The lure of the Black Hills
Year: 1916 (1910s)
Authors: Lange, D. (Dietrich), 1863-1940
Subjects: Dakota Indians
Publisher: Boston : Lothrop, Lee & Shepard Co.
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
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e canyon and couldneither go backward nor forward. We must wait here, they concluded, tillFather and the men come to look for us. 96 LUEE OF THE BLACK HILLS They will come to look for us, when we arenot in camp for supper.7 They ate the rest of their lunch and almostemptied their canteens, for waiting to be res-cued was a very tedious game. Another half-hour passed and the canyon seemed to be get-ting dark. Father should soon be here, Jim said. Listen, I think some one is coming down thecanyon now. But this hope proved a cruel mistake. Intheir eagerness for exploring, the boys hadnot observed clouds- gathering in the west.Just now a sudden gust of wind had loosenedsome rocks and sent them rattling into thedepth. In less than a quarter of an hour, the rainwas falling in streams and a muddy torrentbegan to rush over their feet. Jim, we must get down! Tom exclaimed,or the torrent will sweep us down anddrown us! Hurry up, Jim, rip up your over-alls! In a few minutes the lads had cut their
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SLIP BOWN! ILL COME RIGHT AFTER YOU! — Page 97. NEW YD UKPUBLIC LIBRAE ASTOR,TILDES FOUNDATION K CAUGHT IN A CLOUDBURST 97 overalls into strips, and had twisted and tiedthe trips into a rope. An old stump was caught fast in the can-yon. Slip down! Tom urged, as he tiedthe rope to the stump. Ill come right afteryou! Jim landed safely, but the rope slippedwhen Tom was half-way down, however, thetorrent of mud broke his fall. He was on hisfeet again. Come, Jim, hurry! he exclaimed. We 11 be drowned if we wait a minute. Eun,or swim, but get out! It seemed a long race with a roaring tor-rent of mud around them, but at last the ladsgained the level bottom, out of breath andlooking like big lumps of mud. They climbedto a high spot and looked back. A wall ofmuddy water, man high, came rushing downthe canyon with the roar of thunder. Had the lads lingered a few seconds longer,they would have been miserably drowned. Half an hour later they reached camp.The rain had passed and Brule was just s

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