LOST IN A SNOW STORM.

Evening Star, Issue 3630, 10 October 1874, Page 3

LOST IN A SNOW STORM.

(From the Bruce Herald.) At the time of its occurrence, we related thf narrow escape from death in’ a snow storm, male by Mr Bobert Glen, of the Junction Hotel, Upper Taieri. Last week, in parsing, our Peripatetic Jotter had from Mr Glen’s own lips the full particulars of his adventures on the occasion. On the evening of the 3rd ult., Mr Glen went out ou horseback in search of bis cows. Having been ansucces-ful in finding them during the forenoon he returned home, and started afrtsb after them on foot about noon, thinking they would be much nearer home than expected. Shortly thereafter he was overtaken in a snow storm j but knowing, as he thought - every inch of the country, his self-confidence nearly lost him his Ulemas he continued his journey until reaching a piece of ground which , seemed strange to him. He then thought in vain of reaching home, every fresh effort made to secure this purpose leading him the further astray. Thursday night was thus fruitlessly spent; Friday, also, had well nigh gone, and he had gm nup hopes of recsue. As he was about to succumb to bis fate, alter bis jong and hard struggle, with death staring him in the face, a digger’s but unexpectedly met his view (the only one in that part of the country), which he managed to reach, and where he met with a most kindly welcome. They adopted every mdans in -® ll power to overcome the severe chill that had all but overpowered him; put him to bed, and by hot water baths and heated bottles applied to bis body, nursed him to so good advantage that the following (Satur“y) afternoon they were enabled to convey him to his borne, where he was delivered at wx o clock, and welcomed after an absence of over two days, by bis wife and child, who had despaired of his return, the neighboring ; mnholders and all bands having scoured the eodntry in his search without avail. No * Mr Glen owes his life to his being able

fco continue travelling on foet to the last until the shepherd’s hut was reached, as, bad he once rested and allowed sleep to overcome him, death was unavoidably certain. Mr Glen, who is nearly sixty years of age, is of opinion that he must have walked fifty or sixty milts at least,' he is unable still to say where, but thinks he must have got in among the bammerlaw Kanges some twenty miles from his own home.