Becoming tired Jamieson asked Holland if he could hold on for himself now for some time. Holland thought he could, and so was left to himself. He at once began to sink, and Jamieson hurried to him. Willie Holland sprang at him and grabbed Jamieson by the cap and hair. This action nearly meant the death of both young men. With a desperate effort Jamieson tore himself loose from the grasp of his drowning companion. Venn came to the scene, and the two young men assisted Holland to the back of the boat. Jamieson then took the precaution to tie the arm of Mr. Holland with one of the sail ropes. Upon being seated upon the boat Jamieson thinks he heard Willie Holland groan and give a fearful gasp, and believed he died there and then. He did not fall off the boat until some minutes later, and that is the last that was seen of him. Although their energies were nearly exhausted, the two remaining young men still struggled to right their boat. They succeeded and their hopes sprang high. Mr. Jamieson leaped into the boat and looked for his friend, Albert Venn. He saw him, but to his dismay he was sinking about 15 feet away from him. With scarcely strength enough to move, Mr. Jamieson sprang from the boat and hurried to his drowning friend. He succeeded in catching him as he was going down. He assisted him to the boat, both men more dead than alive. The last hope faded when they caught their boat and attempted to get in. The boat overturned, and they were left struggling together. Nearly exhausted and with barely strength enough to paddle a stroke towards the floating boat, both men succeeded in again catching the ropes and the side of the boat. Clinging to this for some time, Jamieson and Venn floated with the stream. Both young men were nearly numbed by the cold. Jamieson noticed that his friend was gradually sinking. With the heart of a hero and the endurance of a lion, he forced his way to the only human being he might ever see in this world again. Catching Venn by the coat collar, he held him for some time. The strength of both was fast giving way and neither one could hold out much longer. Mr. Venn could not keep his head above water. His face would fall into the water every two or three minutes. Jamieson tried to find a rope to tie him to, but could not. His friend he knew to be nearly gone. He himself had barely strength to sustain his own life. He managed to secure a good hold of the boat for Venn, and then was about to seek the same for himself. Mr. Jamieson had just left his friend when he saw him lose his hold, his head drop on his breast, and his hands go up into the air. He hurried to him, but he was too late. Mr. Venn had gone, and no efforts of his could bring him back. This was about 10.30 p.m., just about an hour after Holland had gone to the bottom. Alone upon the lake Jamieson found himself. It was bitter cold and the night was inky in its blackness. He could see no lights and could scarcely find the boat. He expected his end would come shortly. He managed to climb atop of the boat and further that that he cannot tell other than at what he thought was about 2 o'clock he fell upon the sand bank about a mile above the Britannia light house. This is the story of another of a series of sad drowning accidents that have occurred on Lake Deschenes; as told by young Jamieson when he reached home this morning in a weakened condition.
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