The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1872-11-12
COULDN'T FIND OUT.

Mr.. Slocum was not educated in a university,
and his mind is characterized by the literal
ness, rather than the comprehensive grasp of
great subjects.
Mr.. Slocum can, however, master printed
paragraph, by dint of spelling the hard words,
in deliberate manner, and manages to gain
a few glimpses of men and things, from his
little rocky farm, through the medium of a
newspaper.
1t is quite edifying to hear Mr.. Slocum
reading the village paper aloud, to his wife,
after hard days work.
A few evenings since, farmer Slocum was
reading an account of a dreadful accident
which happened at the factory in the next
town, and which the village editor had de-
scribed 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?''
"1'll read the account, wife, and then you Il
know all about it."
HORRIBLE AND FATAL CALAMITY.
sit becomes our melancholy and painful
duty to record the particulars of AN accident
70
yesterday afternoon, by which human being,
in the prime of life, was hurried to that borne
from which, as the immortal Shakespeare says
mo traveller returns
"Du tell /" exclaimed Mrs. S..
"Mr. David Jones, a workman, who has
but few superiors this side of the city, was su-
perintending one of the large drums"
II wonder if it was a brass drum, such as
has E1,1uh,rcf 4al
Mrs. Slocum.
Where he became entangled. His arm
was drawn around the drum, and finally his
whole body was drawn over the shaft at an
awful rate. When his situation was discoy-
cred, he had revolved with immense velocity
about fifteen minutes, his head and limbs
striking large beam a distinct blow at each
revolution"
"Poor creeterl How it must have hurt
him 70
ssWhen the machinery had been stopped it
was found that Mr.. Jones' arms and legs were
macerated to q jelly"
"Well, did it kill him?" asked Mrs. S.,
with increasing interest.
'Portions of the dura mater cerebrnm and
cerebellum, in confused masses, were scattered
about the floor; in short, the gates of eternity
Ata opShSO ul'oh
Here Mr.. Slocum paused to wipe his spec
tacles, and here the wife seized the opportuni-
ty to press the question:
"Was the man killcd?'
~ don't know haven't come to that place
yet. You'll find 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 tenant
ed by the immortal spirit--that the vital spark
was extinct"
sWas the man killed? That's what want
to come at"
"Do have little patience, old woman, !"
said Mr.. Slocun, cycling his better-half over
his spectacles; :" presume we shall come upon
it right away"
And he went on reading: "a
"This fatal casualty has cast gloom over
our village, and we trust that it will prove
warning to all persons who are called upon to
regulate the powerful machinery of our mills. 50
"Now," said Mrs. Slocum, perceiving the
narrative was ended. "Now, should like to
know whether the man was killed or not ?n
Mr.. Slocum looked puzzled.
He scratched his head, scrutinized the arti-
Gle he had been perusing, and took graceful
survey of the paper.
g declare, wife," said he, otis curious,
but really the paper don't say