Fisherman & farmer. [volume] (Edenton, N.C.) 1887-19??, 1891-01-09

- NsS = brain VII it, even if
~ZMlalI.SNM he had an empty
zIlnnn', rVhaW| stomach, but it's an
WE insult ON top of an
injury to expect half starved man to con-
tent stomach and brain wi cruelty SER
mons. He never drew bluid from the text.
Joost all piece o fowry language,
without mair soul or religion int than
you'd draw from pump. If he had put
a bit heart int, but seen there was
neither heart nor brain in it, what good
was all the fine words? They say he has
a good delivery-the Lord deliver us
from such vanity in long words. People
who call in the doctors to help them
whet their appetites may be satisfied wi
that kind O. preachin', but people whose
to keep body an soul together want more
substantial food than Mr.. Barnes brings
to the market. If we are starved in this
world, that's no reason we should be
pinched in the next. But along comes
Mr.. Barnes WI his fowery sermons, his
cambria linen, an his hair banged, an
tells us that if we are thin bluided here,
we ought to be thankful an satisfied, be-
cruise we are prepared to go where Well
have no bluid at all"
4 silence fell upon Sandy Rea's audi
ence. Many smiled, and one or two
laughed outright at his quaint speech.
It was chilly morning; the dense fog
rising from the river cbscured the sky.
The lamp in the railway station revealed
men in soiled, worn, ill-ftting, patched
and ragged clothes. Grimy, scanned,
knotted hands clasped dinner pals.
Faces lined with care; unshaved, full
bearded faces; serious, sad, resolute and
apathetic faces.
1t was on morning like this, when a
pail hung over the busy city, and the at
mosphere was laden with fog and SCOT
blended into yellowish murkiness, that
Shuttleburg was shocked by an over
shadowing calamity. From the midst
of the dense fog flashes Of light shot
forth at times throughout the morning !;
tongues of fame assembled from the mill
stacks; eyes of fires winked in the fog
bank, and dull, yellowish glares of light
were projected horizontally as the furnace
doors were opened. A babel of sound
arose; the changing of iron against iron,
the ringing of mighty anvils pounded by
gigantic hammers, the dull, muff1ed
sound of the iron rolls, and the ceaseless
clang of iron falling on the cooling plates
was borne from the river side up and
over the beeting cliffs.
On that dull October morning, when
the wheels were whirling fast, and the
iron workers, stripped to their waists
were bathed in perspiration, a sound
smote the heavy air like the crash OF
worlds. The iron-workers, momentarly
stunned, instantly comprehended the
nature of the disaster. Every man and
boy who had sense and strength sought
safety in flight. In the headlong rush q
puddler seized boy in his flight, and
ran with him to the side of the building.
A portion of the burstad boiler in it's de-
scent cut the roof of the mill as though
it were made of paper; the falling tim
bers caught the man and boy, and before
they could be extricated, the man
breathed his last. The boys right arm
was lacerated from his shoulder to his
elbow; quivering muscles and bone were
laid bare, horrible sight, more pitiable
Iudu Tic uCdulcSS lTuuk vi Lut cuS1ueel
lying near the boy and the dead puddler
Physicians were there in abundance
there was no lack Of surgical skill, Oh
sympathy for the victims of the explo
sion and the families of the bereaved
The calamity that desolated score Of
homes fell heaviest upon the Dunns. Lit
| tie Jem Dunn, who, when the surgeon
| began the work of removing the cinder:
and splinters from his arm looked stead
lily into his gaping wounds, then calmly
at the surgeon and said: Don't tell m,
| mother till it's over" lost his father ano
eldest brother by the explosion. An
other brother the surgeons thought would
be crippled for life. The end of boile
wrecked the walls of the house tn
Dunns occupied, and the dead an(
wounded members of the family were re
moved to Sandy Rea's house. Jem's re
covery was rapid. The toilers in thu
mill attributed it to bis extraordinar,
| pluck.
The great tide of sympathy that flowe1
out to the victims of the disaster, to tn
credit of Shuttleburg let it be said, as
sumed practical shape for a time. TIL
charitably inclined promptly honored til
| first draft made upon them when the ex