Weekly Trinity journal., 1859-03-19
TBt gonrnal.
Weaveryille, Saturday Morning, March 10, 1852

MOUNTAIN PREss-" SHASTA CoURIER."-The
Courier has completed seven years of prosperous
existence from commencement by present owners.
We do not suppose that any other mountain pa
per has made so much money, had greater intiu-
ence or been more respected. The Courier is
indisputably democratic, yet independent in
speech which is not restrained by fear of man.
The manly character Of editor and publishers is
in every respect admirable. There is no such
thing as fear about the men, nor mean atom in
their composition. They entertain and express
the opinions of true freemen, which, if party
men do not like, they can go to the devil, or any
place convenient The consequence is that the
Shasta Courier is a formidable enemy or power
full friend. People get mad and swear they won't
support the Courier, but they do support and read
it, nevertheless, fear its power and trust in its
advocacy.
This is proper time to say that in our shorter
professional life we have had no better cotempo-
rary friend. If that journal has ever sought to
wound our feelings, the intention has escaped
our observation, while we have discovered many
kindly meant endeavors to advance US when we
needed assistance more than now. When our
small and unimportant fortunes fell and broke to
pieces, the Courier helped us to gather up the
fragments and start again-wherever we have
gone, or whatever undertaken, the Courier has
followed us with friendly benedictions, though
we have never talked half an hour wi tn its owners
i'll all our life. And we write here, perhaps, with
unprofessional betrayal of personal gratitude,
that there is not journal on the earth for which
we entertain more of that friendship reserved for
friend whose cheerful countenance never went
down behind the twilight shadows preceding the
beWilderiDg night Of trouble
PERsPCUous NARRATIvE-Mr and Mrs. Slocum
read the papers; editor SniGlekns narrates a
dreadful accident
1t becomes our 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 10 that borne from which no traveller
Teturnsh
"Du tell ~ exclaimed Mrs. s."
" When bis situation was discovered, he had
revolvcd with immense velocity, about fifteen
minutes his head and limbs striking large beam
distinct blow at each revolution"
Poor creature how it must have hurt him ~
When the machinery had been stopped, it
was found that Mr.. Jones arms and legs were
macerated to a jelly"
Well, didn't it kill him ?" asked Mrs s. with
increasing interest.
IOrtlOnS Ol uulncli, CefcDfuHt ana CereDel- !
lum, in confused masses, were scattered about
the foor-in short, the gates Of eternity had
opened unto him."
Here Mr.. Slocum paused to wipe his spectaces
and his wife seized the opportunity to press the
question.
- Was the man killed ?"
% don't know-beven't come TO that yet |
you'll know when | have finished the piece"
And Mr.. Slocum continued reading:
1t was evident, when the shapeess 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
get at, ," said Mrs. Socum.
"Do have little patience, old woman,' said
Mr. Socum, cycling his better half over his spec
tacles, 81 presHme We shall come to it right
away And he went on reading:
This fatal casualty has cast gloom over our
village and we trust that it will prove warning
to all persons who called up1n to regulate the
powerful machinery Of our mills"
"Now," said Mrs. Slocum, perceiving that the
narration was ended, " now should like to &n0w
whether the man was killed or not"
Mr. Socum looked puzzled. He scratched his
head, scrutnzing the article ho had been peru !
sing, and took a graceful survey Of the paper
Sc declare, wife," said he, 4" It's curious; but !
really the paper don't say"