The Vermont transcript. [volume] (St. Albans, Vt.) 1864-1870, 1868-04-24
me Erie Raitrood Horror.

Prom an account in the World we
take the following vivid description of
the scene Of the last horror;
The train travelling thirty-fye miles
an hour Suddenly death burst in with
the speed Of lightning upon those two
hundred men, women and children.
The engine and the five first cars have
passed safely over the culveIt which
crosses quiet little creek that empties
from q plateau eight feet above the riv-
er into the Delaware. The day car eros
Sos q rotten rail, which snaps asSunder,
and, ioosening from the five first cars
and locomotive is precipitated over the
embankment, followed by the three
sleeping ears, to the plateau above
the Delaware. The grim terror, Death,
is now busy reaping his harvest. The
four ears tumble over each other down
the sioping, rocky wall among the loose
masses Of granite and quartz boulders.
Every rocky boulder takes life. The
cars are smashing and jumping from
rock to rock and heads and faces are
riyen of beauty and life, smashed. bat
tered, crushed and defaced Few are
spared Disagreement or deformity. and
thirteen lives are beaten out instantly.
The air is freighted with groans, sobs
and signs OF the woundedand the dying;
and the smooth Delaware flows quietly
along, while il receives As tributaries the
0Oziug, trickling Tivulets Of blood and
liquifed brains One poor fellow,
Frcnchman. named SauSs, had his nos
triis scrapCd cut as if done by an oyster
knife. 4 man named PurintOu, as he
bounds from rock to rock, has his eyes
beaten in, his upper forehead torn off,
and hole is dug out Of his skull with
as much facility as if il were spring
Jump = Woman ftuf'aod snow with
her husband and seven young children.
are jammed. when they strike the pla-
teau, under Il heavy car; Death is mcrci-
ful in his care and does not mutilate the
features: q smash on the crown of her
head, a groan, and the lamp is eXtin-
guisbed forever. The husband and sew
en- children live to tell the pitiful tale,
but are all injured more or less. One
man has his jaw torn out, and il hangs
limp by chin whisker dangling from
the chin. His fingers are twisted, torn
and burnt by the embers in the rear
ear. His eyes are CLASSY, and have q re- /
prOachful look. There is 2 little lad Of I
ten years unknown, with Il cultivated 7
face, rosy cheeks death struck him gen I
lily, and he lays by the surging Della 7
wares bank, with placid smile on his 1
features, after humping his childish (
head from rock to rock downward. /
There lie together, grasped in their last /
embrace, man and wife, Ephraim and
Mary Hoytt, torn and mutilated, their
forehcads riven and furrowed with the
traces Of the jagged rocipoints The
luiet streets of ChenangO, 100 miles
AWAY buried in the shades of lofty hills,
shall never see them again. Alone, stiff
'ened, and fast getting cold, with his
salm, resOlute face, is &. X. LOOMS of
Buffalo, his hair dripping with the wash
ng. sedgY waters of the Delaware, and
| dark streak underline eyes, to tell how
ne was swept into the illimitable space
If night Nothing but a confused mass
If torn timber, broken bones and bleed
ng bodies and to add to the horror Of
t, one of the cars takes fire from the
Goals of the stove, and six per-
ons iammed i'm the seats-four women
md two men-are slowly reduced to
shes and calcined bones Oh; the pity
# it One man named Oliver, residing
t the Fifth Avenue Hotel in your city,
las both legs broken. He is iammed
lnder a car fiat on his back. and while
hus undergoing unspeakable torture,
lis eyes are fastened on a woman along
ide of him, who is also fastened by
imber, whose head is broken into frag-
nents The brave old man hears her
ast expiring sob, and, his arm being
rec, he makes a vain attempt to free
imself For two long hours, this old
lan, who is weak and sickly, lies on
he cold damp plateau of morass before
e can be eXtricated.