# The Lutheran Pioneer_St. Louis_1930_S167
# Machine transcription, uncorrected — CHI Digital Archive (demonstration)

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more dropped into the bed for a rest. The lady of
the hut cooked coffee. I drank a cup and asked for
water to soak my frozen heels. ‘The host got snow
and thawed ont my frozen ear. Then they gave me
dry underwear and socks. Others in the camp had
heard about it and came over. One man kindly
olfered to drive me to Altus, about two miles, so that
I might catch a train into Cheyenne, for he seemed
to think that I was in need of the attention of a doc-
tor‘at once. While going to the station, we again got
stuck in a snow-drift. I could not help him, but
luckily he got out. He flagged the train and put me
aboard. On the train I met Rev. Gockel, of Chicago,
the new hospice secretary of the Walther League.
Upon our arrival at Cheyenne at about midnight,
Rey. Gockel hired a taxi and took me home. Hardly
had I stepped into the house, when I was again
seized with a severe vomiting-spell, this time even
heaving up about a half-cup of blood. I crawled
into a bed.

“The next morning we called a doctor. He
couldn’t find anything wrong and thought that my
vomiting, also blood-vomiting, was due to my
thorough exhaustion, exposure, and overexertion. By
Tuesday noon I felt fairly good. Aside from nursing
two frozen heels, one frozen ear, and a lot of sore
bones and muscles and blistered knees, I am getting
along all right.

“Never do I want to go through another ex-
‘perience like that. I had given up hope several
times; in fact, I had said my last prayers — at least
so I thought at the time. It surely was a miracle

that I did escape.”

The Abandoned Car!

“My car? Oh, yes, that is still out there some-
where in the wilderness; and I am even somewhat
doubtful whether I will ever find it again, for people
are telling me that I must have gotten off the main
trail. We have over a foot of snow in Cheyenne now,
and no doubt the drifts of the foothills are very bad.
However, as soon as the weather settles and my bones
stop aching, we intend to go out and look for it.
A friendly.garage man in town has offered his ser-
vices to go out there with me next Sunday; and if
the weather permits, we shall do so, but we will take

_ plenty of clothing, blankets, coffee, food, and a com-
pass along.”
re oe Attempts to Recover Car.
_ he car was recovered. Of this a brother of Rev.
_ Schuetz writes: — ;
“You know that Brother Henry had to abandon
his car in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains

THE LUTHERAN PIONEER.

during a snow-storm on Monday, October 28. That
he lives to tell the story of his experience seems
almost a miracle to all of us out here, especially
after the experience we had in finding his car two
weeks later.

“On Friday, November 8, the weather looked
pretty good in Cheyenne; so five of us started out in
two cars to see whether we could find the place where
his car was supposed to be. We left Cheyenne at
10 a. M., and by 5.30 p. M. we were within four miles
of where his car was supposed to be. By this time it
got too dark, and we started back home, where we
arrived at 2 a. m. Saturday. We had been out from
Cheyenne only about forty-eight miles. All day long
we had to shovel snow-drifts and pull each other out.
Mr. Mentz broke his tire chains four times, and
I broke my bumper in trying to pull him out.
I never saw such country in my life. After we got
beyond the camp, we had no road at all. We just
went for the high places; and when we thought we
were up the highest hill, we found that we could not
get down on the other side. So we turned back and
tried different directions. That’s the way we spent
the whole day and night and then did not get any-
where near to where his car was stuck. All of us
were ‘all in? when we got back home.” ‘

The Car Recovered.

“We had set Armistice Day aside to try it again,
if the weather permitted. So bright and early, at
6 a. m., Henry and five other men, including the
garage men, started out. I had intended to go
along again; hut since two other men were very
anxious to go, I stayed at home. By 3 rv. m. they
had reached the place where the car was supposed
to be, but they could not locate it. After following
along wrong trails and wrong creeks, they finally
ran onto a bare spot and there discovered a tire-
print in the dirt which resembled a Fisk tire. They
followed that creek for four miles, and at 4 o’clock
they located the car. It was in perfect condition,
only had a flat tire. It did not take them long to
get started back; but by that time a blizzard had
again set in, and they could not find their way out
of the hills. They drove back and forth until
6 o’clock, when they finally arrived at the camp.”

Another Blizzard.

“By that time the blizzard was getting quite
severe, and they had a terrible time getting back
home. ‘hey had to do a great deal of shoveling
to get through and could drive only in second gear
most of the time. At 10.30 p. x1. they arrived at