The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1853-01-15
"Ihe Paper Don't Say"

VII. 'NIDCuHl was not eUuCiltQ IN 4
university. aud his walk in life has been
in by paths and out Of the way places.
His MAD is Characterised by litleness
rather than a comprehensive grasp Of
great subjects. Mr.. SlocVm can how
ever, master a printed paragraph by dint
Of spelling the hard words in a deliber-
ate manner, and he manages 10 get a
few Glmpses of men and things from
his little rocky farm, through the medi-
um of newspaper. 1t is quite -dify-
ing TO hear Mr. Slocum reading the viii
lage paper aloud to his wife after hard
days work.
a few evenings ago, father Slocum
was reading all account OF dreadful
accident that had occurred al a factory
in the next town, and which the village
editor had described in a great many
words.
81 declare, wife, that was an awful
accident over tew the mills"
"W hat was i, about, Mr.. Slocum!"
"l'll read the count, wife, and then
you will know all about it,
Mr.. Slocum began to read
"HorriWc md FatM .7ccident.--lt
becomes our painful duty to record the
particulars of an accident that occurred
at the lower mill, IN this village, yes
terday afternoon, by which human
being in the prime Of life was hurried
TO ",hat bourne from which," as the
immortal Shakespeare has said, mo
| traveller returns
"Du tell - exclaimed Mrs, S.
"Mr. David Jones, a workman who
had but few suprriors this side OF the
great city Of New York, was engaged in
adjusting a belt upon one OF the large
f, drums
Il wonder fit was bass drum, SIGH
as has II Pluribus Inum' printed on
it = said Mis-. Slocum.
when he became entangled. His
arm was drawn around the drum, and
finally his whole body was whirIed over
the shaft at a fearful rate. When his
situation was discovered, he had revolv-
ed about fifteen minutes, his head and
arms striking large beam distinct
blow at each revolution"
Poor creatur, how it must have hurt
him."
Nv hen the machinery had been stop
ped, it was found that Mr.. Jones arms
and legs were macerated TO a jelly"
"WeIl, did it kill him - asked Mrs.
s with ircrpasint- interest
--.'portions OF the duramater, ccre-
brum, and cerebelium, in confused mas
SEES, were scattered about the iloor--in
short the gates of eternity had opened
upon him.
Here Mr.. Slocum paused to wipe his
spectacles ard the wife seized the oI-
portunity to press the question:
"Nas the man killed !"
81 don't know-,hayn't come to that
vet; you'll know when I've finished the
piece And Nh. s,locum continued
), his reading.
at was evident when the shapeless
form was taken down, that it was Nc
longer tenan:ed by an immortal spirit
the vital spark was extinct"
WAS the man killed that's what
want to come at" said Mrs. Slocum.
"Do have a little patience, old 90
man. said Mr.. Slocum. cycling his bet.
ter half over his spectacles:" 81 pre-.
sumo we shall come upon it right away
And he went on.
''Ths fatal casualty has cast gloon
over our village, and we trust that II
will prove warning TO all persons who
are called upon to regulate the power
iu machinery OF cur mills"
Now" said Slocum, perceiving thai
the narrative was ended, snow | should
like to know whether the man was Kill
led or mott"
Mr. Slocum looked puzzled. He
scratched his head, scrutinlzed the art,
Gle he had been reading, and took ;
general survey of the paper.
81 declare. wife, It's rather curious
but really, the paper don't say"