Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1859-04-05

COULDN'T FIND IT OUT.-Nr. Slocum was
not educated in University, and his life has
been in by-paths and out-of-the-way places.
His mind is characterized by the literalness ra-
Their than the comprehensive grasp Of great OBJ
iects. Mr.. Slocum can, however, master
printed paragraph by dnt of spelling the hard
words in deliberate manner, and manages to
gain few gimpses of men and things from
his little rocky farm through the medium of a
newspaper. 1t is quite edifying to hear Mr..
Socum reading the village newspaper aloud to
his wife after hard days work. A few even
ings since, farmer Slocum was reading an ac-
count of dreadful accident that happened at
the factory in the next town, and which the
village editor had described in great many
words.
81 declare, wife, that was an awful accident
over to the mills" said Mr.. Slocum.
"What was it about, Mr.. Slocum 2"
''Ill read the count, wife, then you'll know
all about it."
Mr.. S. began to read.
"HorribIe and Fatal Accidem-It become,
our melancholy 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, from which, as the
immortal Shakespeare says, "no traveller re-
turns"
f"Du tell" exclaimed Mrs S.. "Mr David
Jones' a workman who has but few superiors
this side of the city, was experimenting one
of the large drums, ("I wonder if twas a brass
drum, such as 'Eblubust Unum' printed ont, "
said Mrs. Slocum) when he became entan-
gled. His arm was drawn around the drum,
and finally his whole body was drawn over
the shaft at fearful rate. When his sit
uation was discovered, he had revolved with
i H. I.
head and limbs striking large beam distinct
blow at each revolution. ("Poor creeter how
it must have hurt himH) When the machin-
cry had been stopped, it was found that Mr..
Joness arms and legs were macerated to jel-
w; (''Well didn't it kill him :" asked Mrs.
S., with increasing interest;) portions of dur
meta. corebrunt, and cerebeum, in confused
masses, were scattered about the fioor-in
short, the gates of eternity had opened upon
him.
Here Mr.. Slocum paused to wipe his spec
tacles, and the wife seized the opportunity to
press the question.
"Was the man killed =!
al don't know-haven't come to that place
yet-you'll know when I've finished the
piece" And Mr., Slocum continued reading.
1t was evident when the shapeless form was
taken down that it was no longer tenanted by
the immortal spirit-that 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 woman" said
Mr.. Socum, cycling his better half over his
spectacles. ii presume we shall come upon il
right away" And he went on reading -
"This fatal casualty has cast gloom over our
village, and we trust that it will prove warn
ing to all persons who are called upon to regu-
late the powerful machinery of our mills"
ffNnxu - caid Arc CloorO, v,arooivinr tb a.
the narration was ended, "now should like t.
know whether the man was killed or not"
Mr.. Slocum looked puzzled He scratched
his head, scrutinizing the article he had been
perusing, and took a graceful survey of the
paper.
II declare, wife," said he, cts curious bu
really the paper don't say"