The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1886-09-11
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Bill Arp in the 4 tlanta constitutional
Nature can b Eat art sometimes.
I've been to thet heater afore now, and
the players acte d the play so natural
and sym pathetic that got all tangled
up and excited, and would cry or
laugh just as they did, but nature cen
beat art soInetr mes. Just about sun
down, the OF DER evening, while we were
all sitting in toe piazza calm and Sc
rene, there was a wild shrek down at
the corner OF the garden, and it was
Carl calling, a nd he said, run here to
Linton, LintO is killed; run, papa,
run somebody. and we did run, and
Mrs. Arp and the girls cried, Oh, mer-
cyl Oh, good l. ord and all sorts of
interjections and coniunctions at
every step, and there was wild and
fearful panic when we got to the boy,
and he was lying pale and senseless on
the rocky ground, with a big limb
across his breast. He had fallen
about twelve feet frc M the top of a
venerable apple tree that, they say,
was planted by the Indians about six
| ty years ago. [ heave d the old broken
| limb off the boy, took him in my arms
and then up the hill to the house. and
i my escort, oh my es cort, with their
cries and screams, demoralized me
fearfully. He was g. stout lad of 10,
this grandson of ours, and as tough as
q pine knot, aud knew he was hurt.
badly hurt, but | can always keep
calm and serene on such occasions il
the women will let me. LAYING him
gently on the bed, Mrs. Arp ripped his
gaI,me nts with trembling hands and
ha. .lrr coIhiroc 70, e. n
blood and the gaping wounds, and
broken limbs, but they were not there.
He was shocked and senseless, and
breathed hard and gurgled in his
throat, al d groaned and sighed, but |
had seen t4lose signs before with the
other boys and had faith. And, sure
enough, in bout an hour he came to
himself, and looking around upon the
excited family asked what was the
matter, and SO id Grandma, J. dreamed
| was falling from the apple tree"
The doctor calue about that time and
found his arm and shoulder badly
bruised and ore rib hurt, perhaps
fractured, and said he would be awful
sore for day Or two, and then get
well and be ready for the next skirm-
ish. But Mrs. Arp was not satisfied,
and watched him ali night, and as he
slept she listened to his breathing and
felt his pulse and imagined that some
thing was internally wrong. The boy
carries his arm in handkerchief now,
and can't go in a washing nor shoot a
sliDg nor climb q tree, and he and Carl
have to stay in the house and read
story books and look at the pictures.
But the like of this has to happen. 1t
is part OF q boys raising. I wasn't
much account until fell down lad
der head foremost and was picked up
for dead. l told my wife l wouldn't
give q cent for boy who had never
fell out OF an apple tree or got his arm
broke or his head gashed or something
Of the kind. If man has never had
any narrow escapes, or any wounds,
or any broken bones, or been thrown
from a horse and picked up for dead,
what kind OF a father will he be? What
has he got to tell his little boy, and
excite his wonder and admiration?
had lots OF mishaps myself, and as |
grow older Mrs. Arp says they grow
more bigger and more numerous.
Well, OF course! NOBODY wants to tell
the same old thing the same old way
thousand times. Amplifcation is q
sign of genius. Being knocked down
and added, is a big thing; but to be
picked up for dead is heroic.