Connecticut western news., 1894-11-01
CANAAN CONN, THURSDAY, NOVEMBER l, 1894.

the hammock was impossible, as direct ly the other was cut through there would be no support to my feet, which could not place over the side of the sacking without their coming in contact with the mechanism of the coach For the same reason could not grasp any of the framework above, as the only parts on which could lay hold were the levers, which were constantly moving from side to side and would infallibly crush my hands to pieces
 The cord was wearing thinner and thinner, and knew that few minutes must put an end to my existence. There was absolutely nothing to be done but await my fate, which I did, not with that calm composure that is supposed to mark the hero, but in unspeakable ter TOT. My life was literally hanging on a thread, and could only lie there trem- bling, in cold sweat, watching until my fragile support should give way.
 Suddenly the engine whistle gave a long scream, and I knew that the brake was being applied and that our speed was rapidly slackening. What could it meanf A distance signal must be against us If only the train would come to a standstill, I could escapel
 We were fast reducing our speed, and I was greatly excited with the hope that lay in this providential occurrence when another short whistle told me that the line was naw clear. felt the brake removed
 Now was tho time or neverl I knew that the train would not move any slow CT during the time that could hope to continue in my position. We were go- ing 5 to 20 miles an hour.
 Whipping out my pocketknife, reached up one hand and cut through tho thin strand that supported one side of my hammock. At the same moment I closed my eyes and let myself go di- recting all my efforts to the end that my fall should be in the center of the track. was conscious of a fearful blow on the back of the head and remember on more until my senses returned.
 When opened my eyes, I was lying between the lines with no train in sight. I found that had received anumber of severe contusions,~ that my left shoulder was dislocated, and that had sprained my right ankle. This seemed to be the extent of my injuries. In great pain l managed to limp to cottage few hun dred yards from the line, where an agri- cultural laborer's wife was extremely kind and attentive. She sent her boy to fetch the local surgeon, who soon put my shoulder right and plastered and bandaged me all over. He then drove me to the nearest station, where I tele- graphed the news of my safety, and awaited the next train back to New York.
 When I reached town, 8 great many of the officials of the line were on the platform to condole with me on my acci- dent and congratulate me on having es- capped with my life. There had been great excitement and apprehension. When the train had arrived at Boston and it was seen that an accident had happened and that was missing, a search for my body had been made along the whole line My disappearance had been considered very mysterious.
 My engineer friend, who had been ex- tremely anxious about me, helped me into carriage that he had in waiting to drive me to my home.
 'How, in the name of heaven, did you escape with your hfef''he asked as we drove out of the station.
 'I'll tell you all about it when we get home" I replied; ''but, first of all. I was right and you were wrongp'
 My dear fellow" he said laughing ly, but in all sincerity, "I am extremely glad that you have at least that satisfac. tion out of the melancholy business. congratulate you heartily. ."-Exohange,