Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1878-06-26

BURIED IN A SEWER If there is one
genuine and noble attribute i'll inhabit-
ing poor, fallen human nature. it is the
god like instinct of assisting ones fellow
men in momens of hidden distress and
unlocked for physical danger. Upon oc-
oasions when human ife hangs in the
balance, nothing is more touching and
credilable than the manner in which per-
sona comfort and safety is at once forgot
ten, and friends and foes join with equal
ardor in such vital emergencies. This
truth was illustrated with peculiar force
yesterday afternoon, rs many of our read
ers are already aware. A couple of chill
dren, playing ut the corner of Pine and
Kearny streets, heard proceeding from the
sewer opening faint and evidently much
exhausted voice calling for help. Some
one, apparently a child, had evidently fal-
len down the trap and was in imminent
danger of sutfocatiUn. The news was
soon communicated to the passers-bv, and
in few moments tools were brought and
the pavement WAS being rapidly torn up.
In II short time a dense and excited crowd
had congregated, and the sand and stones
flew in perfect shower. No one held
back. Kid gloved dandies took their
places beside sturdy draymen. AS fast as
one man came up exhausted, another
promptly stepped into his place. Gen.
McComb well known form could be seen
in the midst of the workers, while Audi
tor Maynard desperately tore up the com
pact soil with his bare fingers. At inter
walls the faint voice from The sewer could
be heard gasping Help! Hurry upr'
and the like Col Barnes came by. shout
ing some encouraging words down the
hideous opening, and, flinging aside his
coat, seized Just relinquished pick. BY
his side, with clenched teeth and dripping
brow, his enemy of the day before, Frank
Pxley, worked heavy crowbar. At this
juncture, the scene was rendered more in
tense by the appearance of poor woman
from neighboring alley. She had just
missed her little boy, and, with the un-
erring intuition Of maternity, guessed ii
was her Johnny who was slowly smother
ing down in that frghtful hole. VI ith
terrified shrieKs, she alternately wrung her
hands and covered her face with her
apron. The sight of the poor crushed
creature brought tears into the eyes of
many II stalwart man present. " Would
tney DE LOO idteF WIS blle Whisper lillt
passed from one pale by.stander to the
other. Jasper Mcdonald tell out OF the
ranks OF the diggers and lay upon the side
walk, utterly worn out, and Barton Hill,
the actor. stepped into his place. Mayor
Bryant threw his official dignity to the
winds, and. though equipped with nothing
but IL piece of tin can, did good service
The brokers, coming up from the just clos
ed board, pitched in with a will. Sandy
Austin came near being submerged by
the cavin9 earth, as the pit deepened, and
Turnbul in few minutes looked as though
he had peen resurrected by the last trump
Even some of The tsorkingmen'S party ient
hand. In just twenty-five minutes from
the first alarm the sewer level was reach
ed. The last spadeful of earth was thrown
aside by Mr.. SEQ of Wells & Fargo,
when, amid the deafening cheers of the
immense crowd, the little prisoner emerg-
ed, dripping and almost dead, from his
critical position. 1t was II parrot, that
had left its perch in front of a neighbor.
ing bird-store and had fallen down the
trap, and-but That's all.-San FranciscC
Nesos Letter.