The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1882-10-26
Death on the Rail!

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Charles Foster had been Conductor of a
train on the o. S. Railroad, between
Jackson and Coalton. He was exceeding
ly popular with Railroad men, and was
considered one of the best men on the
road, if we may believe the testimony of
those associated with him.
1t will be remembered that some
months ago he was badly hurt in an
accident near Coalton, and for long time
was confined at the house of his brother,
Leck Foster, in the west part of town.
1t seemed that Fate had marked out an
unlucky course for this young man. On
last Friday he took his train, as usual,
and went up the road. In few hours
he was brought back, corpse. At
Warth's Switch-or the Switch where
cars are taken from Warth's Mine, Con-
ductor Foster was on an empty open car,
and was having brakeman-Fr rank
Pettiford-ease loaded coal car down
against the empty one, by gently loosen
ing the brakes. Although carefully
watched, the cars bumped together with
sufficient force to cause both cars to leave
the track, the jar causing Foster to lose
his balance, and fall. He received many
bruises, his neck was broken, and the
back of his head crushed 1t is claimed
by some that the truck of the loaded car
struck his head. Be that as it may, the
fall would perhaps have been sufficient to
cause death. Thus, although the o. S.
now seems to be operated by force of
experienced Railroaders, another horri-
BILE page is added to the extensive history
of accidents ON this road.
The funeral was preached at the M. E.
Church, OF Sunday morning, and was the
most largely attended of any service we
ever witnessed at a Church in Jackson.
The church was packed full, the yard was
full, and large number of people in the
street. A large number of Railroad men
were in attendance, trains having been
run from Springfield and Coalton. There
were few dry eyes in the Church during
the solemn ceremony, as the voice of the
minister-as he solemnly pointed the
mourning friends to the Scriptures for
consolation-was accompanied by the
sobs of the parents and widow of the de-
ceased. The father, mother, sister, and
three brothers of deceased were present.
The funeral was preached by Rev. W. d.
Cherington.
Mr.. Foster was about 27 years of age,
and had been married a little over a year.
His wife was formerly Miss Dora Ewing,
sister of Ex-Sherif John M. Ewing. This
whole affair was sad-an unusually sad,
occurrence, and we do not wonder that
one who first heard the news while re-
turning from the country upon the 0. S.
Road, should be moved in this manner:
FAILING LEAVES.
Dear Marth I've spent this happy day among the for
est trees,
That shower down their beauteous leaves upon the
Autumn breeze
In shades Of gold and crimsonin emerald and white
And all the colors in the list they show them pure
and bright.
hear the music of the birds, in voices sweet and
clear,
That sing touching requiem upon the fading year;
And, though the ly-faling leaves, see train
rush by,
hear along iron path, the engines merry cry;
With sound of shriekng whistle, and clang of merry
/ bell,
hear the tireless engine its heartless story tell
81 CO. goes the train of Time, whose engineer is
Fate,
Throughout the mornings early hours-throughout
the evening late,
take no note of human life, care not who may fall
Upon my pathI crush them out, alike the great and
small -t9s-
For though beneath human hand work by night
day,
All mortal -dispatchers oft-times disobey;
And, like the soaring eagle sweeps, and stills the
yeung lambs breath,
oft-tmes fly my iron track, and crush my friends to
| DEATH"
The train is gone-far through the mist hear its
| rumbling wheels,
While, on the iron bands the engine rocks and
| reels
But hark 'Tis coming back again, hear the engine
But ths time tits the solemn sound that tolls funer
al knell.
Another leaf has fallen low beneath the Mortal
Has reached the gates that stand ajar dear arth
you and me;
Another leaf has blown along toward the colder
shore,
Another leaf lost to our sight till Time shall be n,
Now still the merry train hy-now still the dea
leaves fall,
But Charley Foster hears no more the train-dis
patcher's call:
His Railroad days overland, with the whistle
cry,
Is mingled in the saddest strain, the lonely widow
sigh.
And now the engines wheeling breath, and now tn
changing bell,
Seem ever to be telling the tale of how he fell;
Now, on the great immortal road o'er which on
friend has gone,
He signals, with brighter light, his weeping CON
rades on,
How bright the hope have in Dsath-of better da,
to come,
When, all earthly labors done, we "board tt
train" for Home
And, safely gathered over there and bound in golde
sheaves,
We fnd those missing ones of earth-we find o,
fallen leaves.