Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1859-07-02
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S''"'"S'SiiHSu ny tuc ntcfalncSS rather than
the comprehensive grasp of great subjects.
MIR. Slocum can, however, master a prin-
ted paragraph by dint of spelling the hard
words in deliberate manner, and manage
to gain few Glimpses of men and things
from his little rocky farm, through the
medium OF village newspaper. 1t is
quite cdifying to hear Mr.. Socum reading
the village paper aloud to his wife after
a hard days work. A few evenings since,
farmer Slocum was reading an account of
IL dreadful accident which had happened
at the factory in the next town, and which
the village editor had described in great
many words.
4" declare, wife, that was an awful acci-
dent over to the mil" said Mr.. Slocum
" W hat was it about, Mr.. Slocum -
"lll read the count wife, then you Ii
know all about it."
Mr. s. began to red:
Horrible and fatal accident 1t becomes
our mclancholy and painful duty to record
the particulars of an accident that occurred
at the lower mill, in this village, yesterday
afternoon, by which human being in the
prime of life was hurried to that bourne
iiNhi NiiiNll, uH VIC lillDOll1l DDakSDO1ic
says, no traveller rcturns'
{" Du tell exclaimed Mrs So Mr.. Da-
vid Jones a workman, who has few supc
rors this side Of the city, WAS supcrintcnd-
ing one OF the large drums, CT wonder if
twas brass drum, such rs has " Epluri-
bust tnum' printed ont, said Mrs. Slo-
cum.) when he became cntanglcd His
arm was drawn around the drum, and I'm
ally his whole body was drawn over the
shaft at fearful rate. When his situation
was discovered he hid rcvolvcd with i'm.
menSc velocity about fifteen minutes, his
head aud limbs strikinga large beam dis
tlnct blow at each revolution. {" Poor
crctur, how it must have hurt him rO-
w hen the machinery had been stopped, it
was found that Mr.. Jones arms and legs
were maccratcd toa Jelly; ("Well, didn't
1T Kill him? asked Mrs. S., with interest ~
portions of the duramatcr, cercbum and &C
rebclium, i'll confused masses, were scat
tered about the floor; in short, the gates of
eternity had opened upon him.
Here MIR. Slocum paused to wipe his
spcctaclcs and the wife seized the oppor-
tunity to press the question.
Was the man killed."
" | don't know-havcn como to that
place yct--you'll know when I've finished
the piece" Aud Mr.. Slocum continued
reading.
itwas evident when the shapclcss form
was taken down that it WIS no longer ten
antcd by the immortal spirit-that the Vi
tai spark was extinct
"Was the man killed That's what !
want to como at ~ said Mrs Slocum
r" DO havca little patience, old woman"
said Mr. Slocum, cycling his better half
over his spcctnccs, Il presume We shall
come upon it right away" And he went
onrcadng. This fata! casulty has cast
gloom oycrourvilagc, and we trust that it vii
provca warming to all PERSONS who arc call
cd upon to orc@ulatc the powerful machine
ry OF our mills
Now" slid Mrs. Slocum, pcrcciving
the narration was ended, now should
like to know whether the man was killed
or not = Mr.. Slocum looked puzzled -
lie scratched his head, scrutinized the ar
ticlc he had been pcrusing, and took
graceful survey of the paper.
" | declare, wife, said he, " it's curious,
but really the paper don t say
a GRAIN OF GoLD.-E Edward Everett
isthe most elegant rhctorician in America.
Here is a little allcgory taken from one of
his agricultural speeches. Is it not gem?
Drop grain of California gold in the
ground, and there it will lie unchanged to
the end of time. The clods oRY@hich it
falls arc not more cold and lifcless5 Drop
grain Of our blessed gold into the eround
and 10 mystery. In a few djtyS.it soft
cns--it swclls-it shoots upwarl--it is Il
living thing. 1t is yellow itself, but it
sends up an emerald green through the sod
1t expands to Il vigorous stalk--rcvcls
in the smshinc-itsclf more glorious than
Solomon in its broad fluttcring. lcafy robes
whose sound, as the west wind whispers
through them, falls as pleasantly on the
huSbandman' earas the rustic of his sweet
hearts garment; still towers aott, spins
its vcrdant skcins of vegetable floss, dis.
plays its dancing tassch, surcharged with
fcrtilizing dust, and at last ripcns into two
or three magnificent butons like this (an
carof Indian corn) each of which is stud
dcd with hundreds of grains of gold, cv-
cry one possessing tile same wonderful
properties as the parent grain, every one in
stinct with the same productive powers.
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House TREAsURE.-A treasure Of hus-
band-carrics the baby a treasure of a
wife-never asks for money \ treasure
of a son-has money in the funds. a
treasure of daughtcr-locks the same age
as her mother; if anything, trinc older.
treasure of scrvant-runs to the post.
Office in less than half an hour A treas
ritc of cooks not hysterical whenever