The daily morning journal and courier., 1894-08-11
MET A HORRIBLE FATE.
THE TERRIBLE DEATH OF fMPFIs
 OWED PASSENGER

Details Of the Shocking Accident on tho
 Rock Island haiiroad-Eioven Lives were Lost-Brave and Heroic Work-fhe Acci-
 dent Caused by Train Wreckers. Following are the details of the ter rlble railroad accident on the Rock lsl-' and road announced in our telegraphio columns yesterday. A dispatch from Lincoln, Neb.. says: The dead are:
 C, D. Stannard. conductor. Council Bluffs, perished in the flames; leaves a family.
 William Craig. fireman. buried under engine; leaves a family.
 Ike Depew, engineer Council Bluffs. buried under engine.
 Grain dealer of Fairbury name un- known, burned to death In the wreck.
 Five travelling men names unknown, buried under car and burned to death.
 Two farmers from Jansen, Neb., en route for South Dakota, burned to death.
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 Harry Foote, brakeman. leg broken.
 c. H. Cherry, postal clerk, terribly cut about the face and head.
 Fort Scott express messenger, back injured and cut on the head.
 o. s. Bell, Lincoln travelling man. injured internally.
 The place of the accident was where the railroad crosses on a high trestle the tracks of the Union Pacific and the Burlington and the Missouri River rail- roads. and the time was shortly after 10 o'clock at night. All indications point to train wreckers as the cause.
 When the train struck the trestle the rails immediately spread, and the en- zine, drawing the two cars after 1t, t,went humping along over the cross ties for about fifty feet, and then with crash it fell forty feet to the bed of the creek below.
 below. The boiler burst, and glowing coals, spreading, ignited the wooden supports and the coaches behind 1t, and in few moments the bridge, dry as finder from its long exposure to the sun, was mass of flames.
 The coals, falling upon the coaches lying in the ditches, set them aflre. and five minutes after the first warning the entire mass of cars with their load of hufan freight below was one mass of flames.
 It was an awful sight The flames mounted high in the heavens, coloring the entire southern sky brilliant car mine, while the moonbeams fell upon the glowing mass below, from which mortal shreiks of agony and pain were heard to issue.
 Willing hands were there to help, but little could be done. . The engine had fallen first, then the combination car of smoker and express coach fell partially upon that, and the rear coach falling behind it telescoped that car, thus pin ioning those unfortunates who were fn the smoker so that it was impossible to save them or for them to escape.
 Colonel c. J. Bills and J. Mcdowell, Fairbury passengers, and the brake man, Harry Foote, were the first to ex- tricate themselves from the rear car.
 It was heroic work. The flames were scorching in their intensity, but those three men struggled hard to save their fellow sufferers. Rapidly the work of rescue went on until the entire fourteen rear coach passengers, including three women, were rescued and laid upon the bank beside the bridge. Those engaged in, the work of rescue begged them to assist, but they were too frightened and excited to do any, thing but lay on the bank and moan. Many of them were severely injured and unable to help.
 Colonel Bills and Jay McDowell the two uninjured, made all haste to the penitentiary, four miles distant and from there the first intimation of the wreck and holocaust reached the city. The fire department was notified, but 1t was impossible to get a steamer over the rough country roads. and no fire ap- paratus was available. The only thing to do was to let the whole pile burn. It was heartrending.
 The fireman, engineer and conductor lay prostrate under the burning mass of redhot iron and burning coaches. Their faces were turned out, and Stan- nard, whose legs were being consumed by the fierce flames, kept crying for help. He begged for someone to tell his wife and to help her.
 For Gods sake" he cried, someone come. What will my wife and little ones do? Oh, God, will some help come?"
 Harry Foote heard and tried to help but the fierce flames drove him back. Three times he essayed with his broken leg and foot to extend some assistance but to go near the burning pile meant sure death. Fred Scott, the baggage. master, saw him and cried out: Harry Harry! Help, for Christs sake"
 The brakeman heard and acted Crawling up to the burning pile, he caught Scott just as the flames com menced to lick his legs, burning hi. trousers and shoes completely off Where the timbers had fallen upon hin with crushing force his back was ter ribly injured. Harry pulled him out however, and none too soon. Had hell been delayed two minutes later h, would have perished in the flames.
 As soon as Scott could breathe h, murmured: Cherry is in there; say, him." Although the poor boy was suf fering the tortures of the damned witt his broken leg he returned to his work Crawling up to the prostrate coach, h, caught the hand of Cherry, the messen ger, who was pinched by the fallen tim bers, and by almost superhufnal strength succeeded in extricating hin