Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1870-02-24
How 1t Feels.

NEARLY every adult person has read
how it feels to be hanged, or drowned, or
buried alive, or some other horrible thing,
but very few have ever seen described
the sensation of man who had fair fall
on his head by trip on the icy pave
ment, though the experience of one will
be that of many. In the first place your
feet suddenly fly out at seventeen or
twenty different angles, each foot
trying to angle the anglest. While your
legs are making these angles and rect.an-
giles you feel sense of goneness all over
you, every mean thing you ever did rises
right up before your eyes in letters foot
long. While you are revising your past
history, and mentally denying about two
thirds of the uprising deeds, your body
has all the time been gradually and sure
ly approaching the stone sidewalk. 1t
don't fall in any particular way, but then
you couldn't stop the descent if you had
hold of three-inch cable. By this time,
If you are man of medium energy, your
body has got down to the sidewalk, and you
are advised OF the fact by hearing noise,
if you have struck properly, something
like ten hundred cannons of the biggest
bore, and loaded the biggest kind, with
stones damned down on the loads, all GO
ing off at once, only the noise is little
louder. Then, next, you behold in front
of your eyes light, something like To-
connective headlight, only as it comes
nearer, and it comes up right smart, it
grows to resemble a thousand locomotive
headlights, all shooting out millions of
sparks and kicking off chunks of fire.
But, you don't feel at all alarmed, you
don't believe that you will be singed
Then, these lights all change in color
Some are red, some green, some crimson
but you can't count them all. You are
aware, however, that there is something
else to occupy your attention. 1t is a feel
ing in the back part OF the head, some
thing as if somebody were dragging cur
ry-comb through your hair with wonder
full rapidity, only more So The skull
seems to have been shattered to pieces,
and all the jagged pieces ofbone driven into
your brain. You are fully sensible all this
time, only the sensation is novel, some
thing out of the line of your daily walk,
and you are waiting to see how it will end.
Soon, a noise is borne to your ears. 1t
sounds long way off like flint moan
among the pines. 1t seems to say: "Haw-
haw- haw!" You keep listening to see if
the sound is repeated. 1t is. 1t sounds
much palmer this time ooh, my oh my
haw haw eigho haw" you were wide
awake, you would surely think the noise
was made by persons laughing, but you
conclude to rise up on your knees and in
vestigate. AS you get up, you find your
hat gone, your legs lying all over the side
walk, your elbows sore, every joint un.
hinged, and something on the back of
your head as large as platter, only it
weighs as much as cannon ball. But that
noise, yes, you hear it-haw- haw haw-bat
| didn't he spread hmself-Oh my y You
then get up, you get up pretty quick. You
look around. You see fifty boys and several
men standing behind you, and every one
of them is bent over double and sound
coming out of his mouth that you have no
difficulty in recognizing as a laugh AT
least, you take it as laugh, and it don't
help the pain in your head Somehow or
other you don't feel as if you wanted to
stay there any longer. You have business
engagement somewhere, and you hurry to
meet it. AS you go off you draw your
head down into your coat collar, try not
to limp, and, if the noise from behind wor-
rfes you, you go to repeating over some
verse, something like,
"Oh, the snow, the beautiful snow
This is just how our reporter felt yester-
day, and if he didn't feel as other folks
have he was not to blame, as he fell far
enough and laid long enough Erciange.