The weekly Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1854-1861, 1859-11-23
A Thrilling Incident.

One beautiful, summer afternoon, |, ih
company with my wife and child-a little
prattIing fellow OF six summers-stsfted
out for walk. A hitlc dog that was much
attached to the child persisted III following
US. Twice had !, driven him back, the last
time thought effsctually. The afternoon
was fine, and as we followed the serpent.likO
windings Of the railroad, our conversation
very naturally turned to the scenes and little
incidents Of. our walk the gay plumed
son gsters, the chattering squirrel, and the
hummiuR- bee, all conspired to take our at
teDtion.,,
EeSoming wearied, at Iengthi we saE our
selves on q grassy knoll by the side of the
railroad, shout two hundred yards below
where a, sharp angle occurs, hiding it from
view. Our little boy was higher up a bank.
busily pucking the blue bells and dandelionS
that grew in profusion around, and we soon
lost sight Of him altogether. ,...
NV wife was engaged in. perusing copy
of "Baxter's Saints Rest," while had cast
myself on the grass beside her, ehwrspt in
the beauty Of the landscape spread to view.
There field Of taeseliDg corp gently wa
wing to and fro, while here field Of sweet-
scented clover shed its grateful fragrance on
the air. Twas like some enchanted bower
the silence broken only by the tinkliDg
sheep bells, or the lowing of kline % they
peacefully gruSed on the distant pasture. ]
was thinking Of the infinite wisdom of the
Creator, in thus making earth 80 beautiful
! for poor sinful man, and how thousands
are swept awsy from its charms and, forever
forgotten, when was aroused from my
revere by the shrill whistle of the approa CHI
; ing train. Instinctively turned to look for
" little Harry, when quick exclamation from
y my wife caused me turn. ,s,. >
She wss pale ss death. civilian, look
o at our child" she. family whispered. did
8 go; and, my God who can tell the agony
s that wrung my heart at that instant The
B. little recreant had wandered up the track
10 unheeded, and sat himself down on one OF
IL the oaken sleepers to Gull his flowers, just
: below the curve, unconscious of the death
ID that hovered near him. started up the track
ST towards him, beckonng him to come to me
ar Gs / advanced. Instead of doing so, he, np
d. pretending some playful sport, commenced
IS running directly up the track, and laughing
~ as he went. The smoke from the advancing
engine was at this instant distinctly visible
- it was not possible that l could overtake hin
n in time to save him from that cruel DEATH
a. As it was was but hurrying him on to hi
OF doom. No, !. was evident my efforts cou
y be Of no avail. bfeathed prayer to Hiu
re on high, and staggered back.
at At this moment the sharp bark of do
H. broke upon my ear. With one gleefu
to bound our boy cleared the track, and grasp
:. ed the woolIy intruder in his arms. VI.
al The train rushed around the curve with
nk whizzing sound. The iron monster wa
'r' cheated out Of his prey. am an old man
all but must confess that as | once more he'll
it our little tTuaut in my arms, safe, the tea
ar of gratitude started in my eye. The littl
'er dog had perseveringy followed the chill
ew unseen, to be the means of saving his life
to Blind, blind indeed, is he who could not sc
nd the finger Of God in this American Pre'11