Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1891-03-20

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sentence with the gesture instead OF
words. Then his eyes seemed to shoot
fire like the flames and sparks that leap
out of the cupola, where the blast door
is opened.
"Ah! Devils! Dogs!" he screamed,
"D'ye think t scape the fifth angel who
a hou'ds the key t the bottomless pit?
T. He'll! All! 1t smokes like fur
nacew
As he said those last words he made a
grand flourish, and pointed to the open
door of the blast. 1 caught the idea
that was in his crazy brain. He thought
the blast was hell and he was going to
put me into it.
All this happened in about three Sec
onds.
l looked about for something with
which to defend myself. There was
nothing
It must be singie-handed struggle
between man and man.
He was naturally of why, powerful
build aud the handling of the heavy
iron pigs" and wheeling them up the
inclined plane for so long, had developed
the muscles OF mis- arms and legs, until
their cords were like cables. Luckily
| had lett my coat below, and only had
on molder's flannel shirt and pelted
pants. With the wickedest laugh that
ever broke from human throat, he
jumped clean over the barrow, to Crap
pie me- l ducled my legs, for an un-
der-hold.
This sent him sprawling over my
|.head, aud for a minute he was floored.
But was only for q moment, as my i'm
petus had carried me against the whGel-
barrow, and stumbled.
He was up again aud at me, before l
had hardly regained my feet.
Dog! Sorcerer! Murderer!' he cried,
"Theres nae 'scapin' me. Its my ain
bluid is on your hans an my ain cen
saw't!" This time I hraced for blow
at his head, but he deity knocked it
off. and grappled me around the waist
he'd read when boy an account, by
m African Hunter, of his falling into
the grip OF an ourang-outang
The story impressed me deeply; but
1 never expected to experience the
awful sensations which he described.
As the long arms of the manaic
gripped about me, binding my left arm
down against my side, crushing my
breast and face against his own, that
incident flashed across my mind.
But as the demoniac held me, eye to
eye with himsclf-his frothing lips
pressing my own, and the lurid light of
the seething, molten mass, into which
he was struggling to pitch me, falling
full upon his face, showed me all the
devils ofconsuming madness that glared
in his frenzied eye, l would gladly
have exchanged places with the hunter
i'll the clutches of the Infatuated man
beast, for that beast lacked the dread
full idea of hell that burned in the brain
of the lunatic who would, in moment,
plunge me into as awful hell as inn
agination can picture!
l reached my right arm over his left
shoulder and about his neck and gripped
his throat. but it did not hinder him.
Nor could 1 trip or impede his move
ments by twisting my legs about his
! own. His strength seemed infinite.
There was but one chance left me-
/ that of swinging the furnace door shut
with my free hand, as he would drag
:
With his second stride his foot struck
peg that had spilled from the bar
row, and we fell together to the floor,
writing, pitching and plunging like
reptiles! He could have crushed me in
his grasp, strangled me, or beat my
brains out, killed me in dozen ways;
but he was bent on throwing me alive
into the molten metal.
just as ne had freed himself from the
grasp that ] had secured by. reaching
my fore arm around his neck, and
clutched into his mouth, I gave a wild
Cry.
A rush of footsteps up the inclined
plane told me that help was at hand.
j The seconds between the time when
the sound reached my ears and that of
way, seemed endless
One OF the lads had o lantern.
Shut the furnace door auick!" [
cried, as they rushed forward to where
we were.
As they did so sold Cupola" sprang
to seize them.
But "elick" went the furnace door,
and strong hands, fresh for the strug-
gle, pinioned him from behind, and
dragged the Fifth Angel"-as he was
ever after called--from his station at
the mouth of the bottomless pit.
This shock resulted in brain fever,
and for weeks I was unconscious or dis
tracted.
have never fully recovered, and
from that day to this, I have not
looked into furnace door.
Do you wonder that l cannot endure
the sight of blast furnace curola, o,
bear to read of trials of strength be-
tween man and man. = Chicago
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