Roy, not the strongest of swimmers, cried out for help as he kept slipping under the water. Mr. Kolb was nearly within reach when Roy went under for the last time.
In one brief hour, he who had been the life and soul of the camp, the joy and pride of all hearts, a most exemplary young man in town was laying there before them. Roy was dead at the age of 18 years, 11 months and 12 days.
At four o'clock in the morning the body was conveyed to the desolate home of his heart-broken parents, Philip and Helen Roesch. The family and friends that accompanied the remains to the grave was the largest ever seen in recent times. Appropriate remarks were made at the gravesite and there was singing by the church choir of which Roy was a member.
A young man in the strength and beauty of his days had fallen among them, a life full of promise and usefulness had been extinguished, and a deep sorrow fell upon the people. Peace to his quiet slumber and gently distill the dews in heaven over his early grave.
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