The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1902-07-27

mans own lips, of how 1t feels to be
buried alive as told to the Inter Ocean
| correspondent today:
1 mad not intended to go down into
| the We'll Tuesday afternoon. The well
IS e1ghty-six feet deep, and we had q
cohtrac- to drive drill further, or I'M
~ we struck water. We had sent our
b Ptpe GOWN about eighty feet from the
pottom up to Tuesday. The old well
was lined with brick, though they were
/ not set In mortar The well is circular
ana about three feet in diameter T
was lowered into the well to examine
| the pipe, 1t having been interfered with
| by qu1cksand. / knew it was danger
| GUS. While at the bottom of the well
1 observed the pipe rapidly disappear
ing into the depth below. I realized
! that a cavern was imminent and sig
nailed to be drawn up. l had been
raised perhaps thirty feet. My leg was
run through loop in the rope. Then
| came crash and felt the well close
over me.
Was Not Made Unconscious.
Il don't think I was rendered uncon-
sclous, though L had received a ter
r1ble blow on the head, and I could feel
the blood flowing freely. 1 rubbed
sand into the hole to stop the bleeding.
| Somehow l was not being crushed, as I
pressing around me loosely. I could
move my hands and feet freely.
tapped on the pipe with the hope of in
FORMING those above that I was still
alive. 1 was afraid they would think
me killed and make no effort to relieve
me. L could hear everything plainly
that was said above. The pipe brought
down the sound, but I am told they
could not hear me. I heard them start
TO work, but fearing they would never
be able to reach me began to tunnel
through the dirt toward the top.
L would proceed in this way:
passed the bricks close around me to-
ward my feet, then lowering my head
to a sitting position l would reach up
and get few bricks, place them below
me and then reach up again. I re-
peated this plan for a long time.
don't know how long, but I believe
went up ten or fifteen feet.
Talking Through the Pipe.
During the time they were trying
to signal to me l tried to tell them how
deep l thought I was down by getting
them to lower string through the
pipe with nail attached, and when
it got down to me 1 would tell them
and then they could measure the
string. This I could not do. Finally,
when pulled a brick from above there
beneath me gave way. I must have
been carried back as far as I climb
ed. think the work I had been do
ing caused the second cave-in.
This left me in mighty bad shape.
was wedged in very tight to one side.
My head was thrown partially over to
one side and back to a painful position,
and my arms were fastened over my
head. Bricks pressed on my back and
breast, and l was almost suffOcated. l
could hear the people signaling above,
but I could not reach around to the
pipe to tap on 1T. That's what made
them think was dead. I finally got
hold of a piece of brick with one hand,
but I was afraid to even tap on the
brick lining of the well. Every move
caused the bed of sand around me to
move, and I was constantly splitting it
from my throat, into which it ran
through my nostrils. I used the brick
to scratch on the walls with. The
scratching can be distinctly heard and
does not cause the vibration that
tapping does. heard the men resume
work. 1 kind of thought I would be
saved. I don't think 1 suffered for food
or water while 1 was in the hole.
Slept Great Deal.
IT may have been delirious, but I
don't recall it. slept a great deal. I
chamber where 1 lay, though I could
havee probably gotten out a good deal
sooner if I had. l feared that they
would be killed, for 1 knew another
cave-in was liable to occur any mo-
ment. I did not think I could be so
fortunate as to escape death in. that
event.
II heard the workmen the moment
they broke in from the new we'll to
the old one. I was afraid they would
start another slide when I found them
working above me, and, therefore, call
ed to them not to do that I wanted
them to go lower and come in lower
down. They finally did this. I tried
to help myself, but could do mighty
little. My legs were numb and my
fingers weak. I felt very cold at times,
and l guess my circulation was bad.
The first thing asked the men to do
when they reached me was to put
something over my head to keep the
sand from trickling down my nose and
choking me- They put a hat over me,
but that was not enough, and later
they got the towel. Finally 1 got loose,
one fthe men reaching in and getting
the brick from behind my back and
then off from my chest. was then in
no pain. 1 helped myself little after
that, but finally we got down to my
feet.
All but That Foot.
'It seemed as If I could never get
one foot loose. 1 was perfectly free
except that. 1 was in a fairly comfort
able position, kind of reclining and sit
ting down. My leg from the knee down
was caught between several bricks and
kind Of doubled under me. They COW
cred my foot in such a way that while
I could move it a good deal it was i'm
possible to get it out without a tunnel
run under my feet. l knew this was
dangerous, for the sand was near, and
was liable to cause a slide. We tried
whole day to get that leg out. Finally
they started the shaft under me. Ropes
were tied around me and run into, the
new well so that If the old we'll caved
in more I would at least not be car
ried down any further. Then the men
started the new tunnel. They had to
dig but a few feet of earth and they
reached my foot in two or three hours.
They had 1t loose in few minutes and
then was lifted out slowly.
Had to Wash His Face.
IT washed my face before got into
the bucket to go to the top. I did not
want to appear before all those people
with a dirty face. The men had told
me about the crowd waiting to see me.
The doctors wanted to send me down a
chair to hoist me up in, but wanted to
go up with my leg through rope. I
finally went up in the bucket they use
for hosting dirt. One of the men went
up with me to be sure I didn't faint.
] feel all right, but my lungs are sore.
am all right"
Carrie, who performed the heroic
rescue, has two brothers living in Chi
cago. One of them, George Carnie, is
superintendent of the E. L. Mansure