The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1882-07-10
THE SCIOTO DISASTER.
STILL GRAPHING FOR THE DEAD.
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With Inspector PthrsnbAteh-Nstss.
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1t has been nearly week since the
scioto with It's load OF precious human
freight was suddenly stricken down and
hundreds Of her passengers were, in the
twinklingof anrye, forced to battle with the
waves for their lives, or sink down 10 death
beneath the cruel waters iroui exhaustion
or inability to swim. II was II fearful night
and It is.no wonder that the scene was SC
virldlygravcn on the mind OF poor Captain
Thomas, and the horrons Of tho catastrophe
lor soinet time drove rcason from her throne
Standing oil the deck OF the iil.ia,ed
steamer one could hardly believe i. was the
charnel house OF SO much death. There
was no evidence in the vicinity That the
workers were seeking for the dead, excep,
where one cangh, the strained gaze and
pale, sad face o! some watcher on the shore,
The scene on the shore was morn like TINT
oi mining camp or the beginning OF a
Young western town. Some two or three
booths had been erected by parties who
madean easy dollar OIL. OF the disaster by
supplying the wants oi those who were hun.
CRY. Aud here and there were the cmbers O,
camp fires and marks tina. showed that
some party had pullcdu stakes and flown.
Under the trees and lining the banks were
people looking on the scene with indif,er.
eace, attracted by mere idle curiosity.
What change from Last Tuesday night,
when the moon between the riffs in the
clouds looked down on the waters black.
ened with struggling human forms, and
then yelling her face us the wall OF the los,
tioatel over the waters ending in bub.
bling cry OF despair. One week ago the
eyes OF those now CLASSY in death were
filled with the light OF expectancy, and
were, perhaps, anticipating the pleasures
the trip would alIuri. To-day the tower.
in. hills on either side OF the river stand as
mute monuments OF their graves, and the
waters rush Oh sending TO the shores
ripples tina, die in sigh on the beach.
| The saddest nnd most heart-touchins
features are the sriei stricken faces OF those
who are watching and waiting Tor the
waters 10 give up their ghast!v victims,
hoping that anon. them may be their lost
loved ones was much struck with the
pathetic story OF Andrew Rausenbercer,
who lives near Clarins,on, Ohio. lie had
lost SOU, VINO was employed us Il deck.
hand on the Scioto. There were no tears
in his eyes, but the sadness OF his voice
and the expression OF his lace told OF the
hopeless grief that was harrowin: his
soul. His language was simple but elo.
quentin the depth Of affection it showed.
They didn't want me to come up
here" he sid, .'as | could not
get the body OF my son. any
sooner. Blu, felt it was my duty to 20. II i.
u satisfaction, poor indeed, bur still i salts.
faction to see where he died. lie had only
been married six months, poor boy! We
didn't want him to 90 on the river, but he
would 80, and now he is dead" But what
= contrast to this was the scene OF two men
quarreling over corpse ut station on the
{. 4 P. road on Saturday. Not for the pos
session Of the body, but because they dis.
agreed as TO the identity OF the poor boy
In all things it is one OF the saddles,
tragedies that ever occurred on western
waters, which will take years OF time ,o
eitace from the e,melnory OF those who wit
messed the wreck or were in any way con
nected with the accident that so cruelty
and so swiftly brought death and mourn.
ing into so many households,