The hollering went on for hours, barely audible over the roar of the thrashing French Broad River. Bruce! people shouted from shore. One word was all Bruce Tipton could muster in response, and he repeated it agonizingly: Help!
For roughly seven hours, his family, friends and neighbors looked on from the railroad tracks uphill from the edge of the surging water. They pulled out a pair of binoculars and trained a car's high beams on the tree that had become his lifeline, but it was hard to spot him.
To hear somebody yelling Help!' for hours and to not be able to get to him? It's just sickening to me, said Scott Eastman, a longtime neighbor.
I'm not going to tell you I'm going to have nightmares about it, but why wouldn't I?
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