The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1899-08-26
WHEN LIGHTNING HIT HIM.
A Badly singed Miner Tries to Tell
How he Felt.

A Badly singed Miner Tries 20 Tel
How he Felt.
Denver Evening Post: ALBERT Nam
tey has ecaped the jaws Of death. sur
vivcd the crack OF doom-his doom
and now lives to talk OF the terrors of
sudden annlhilation or the lack Of ter
ror. which IS more marvellous still. Man
tey is a man OF giant frame. a miner.
thirty years old, who weighs 200
pounds. He lies in the county hospital,
burned from head to heel. sore, immov-
able, but getting better.
Mantey was struck by lightning last
Tuesday afternoon, fifteen miles from
Denver, while he and h. R. Van Derck
and R. G. Fling. residents OF Denver.
were driving along in an express
wagon toward Mount Vernon, on a
camplng-out trip. The fierce IRE from
heaven scared the flesh on both sides
of his face, along the breast and down
his back. and spent It's force upon a
metal truss which hung about his loins
and probably saved his life. Van
Derck, who Law on the bottom Of the
wagon, and Fling, who sat beside Man
tey, escaped without Injury, without
even sustaining q shock. One Of the
horses attached to the vehicle was
killed.
II don't know how to begin to tell
about It," said Mantey yesterday.
There was so much about 1t that
can't describe. 50 much glare, such a
queer feeling OIL don't know how to
tell you-a hot feenng In my head, not
unpleasant, though, and sort Of mo-
ton that was flying apart all Into
little strips, light, like feathers, float
ing away IN yellow space"
How did you feel when It happen
ed?" was asked.
wen, that's Just It." said Man
tey. There seems to be little bruised
spot In my mind. and when try TO turn
my memory back TO that time IL hurts
what hurts-your head?'
mo, my mind: II don't seem to be my
head. can't locate It"
"Try TO reeolleet, Will your" he was
well, we were Jogging along. Fling
was talking about something, don't
know Just what wasn't paying much
attention to him. was thinking about
something else-I was thinking-oh,
how my mind hurts"
What were you thipking?"
you'll laugh at me; It was such a
darn fool thing" said Mantey; but
there had been some rain and 1 was
looking at the horse that logged along
ahead on my side OF the wagon. The
heavy preaching. you know, the leather
straps. the back part OF the harness
that goes over the hips. was beginning
to chafe the hair on his sides, or 80 It
looked to me-"
AT every Jog It rubbed him more.
and his skin was beginning to finch
under it, and / was just going to tell
FllnrS that thought we ought to stop
and loosen up the harness IN some way
or drop the breeching altogether when
the yellow come. That's the only way
can describe 1.-THE yellow dash that
came and stayed.
'The funny part of it was that in
amongst all the other feelings / could
see the old horse jogging along, jogging
aloug-not all Of him, you know, Just
his hips and the breeding that kept
rubbing. didn't have an ache or q
pain" Mantey went on; mot the first
bit OF trouble. didn't even know that
anything had happened, only won
dered at the yellow that was every
where. and the hot feeling in my head,
and / thought II was kind OF strange
that should feel so light and all split
up. couldn't see anything but the old
horses hips. and II looked after awhile
as II We were away up in the air some
where, a-hoatlng and he Just Jogging
along the same as eVeF-Gee, how my
mind pains mel"
"And how long did this last2"
II don't know how long, but It was
till / felt something sting my face. Then
the yellow and the old horse faded
away, and the doctor said, How are
you, Mantey? and said, What, me?
I'm all right And then found my
self all bundled up in cotton and my
aches and palms set In"