The Mercur miner. [volume] (Mercur, Utah) 1895-1913, 1907-11-27
THOUGHT HE WAS.
BURIED ALIVE
TIE PERSONAL EXPERIENCE
OF ETHAN ALLEN DOE

rem ember going to bed. have q
clear recollection of getting between
the sheets and ordering my thoughts
so that | might sleep. So far as |
recall there was nothing unusual In
my going to bed. nor were my reflec-
tons in the brief period that elapsed
before slumber such as to presage any
strange Illness or cataleptic seizure
| had eaten heartily of lobster and
cheese shortly before bed time but so
perfect had my digestion always been
that had no fears of strange dreams
To go to bed upon live lobster in
his full armament of claws and
squeezers might have disconnected me.
but to go to bed, as the saying Is. upon
a dead one and cooked, gave me no
gloomy forebodings whatsoever.
The incidents | am about to relate
are enough to shake the stoutest cour-
age and disturb the very depth OF the
soberest logic and calm judgment II,
therefore, to follow me through this
grim narrative shall threaten TO UNI
seat the reason or shock unduly the
nervous system, / beg you will take
warning thus early, that no untoward
results may come to you through this
strange tale.
| must have been taken of in my
sleep, so II seemed when | returned
again to consciousness. But what hor-
rible dread oppressed me as my senses
gradually resumed their functions A
| feeling OF closeness, of shut-inness, of
breathless darkness too deep to pene-
| trate. / could not cry out, for my
throat was dry and my vocal chords
were paralyzed. A terror too vast
and awful for words overcame me-
blind, unreasoning, instructive dread.
For, through the dim shadows Of my
half-formed thoughts came to me the
awful. startling, predominating. unget-
awayfromable TRUTH had been bur-
| led alive.
II is a solemn thing TO wake and
discover this to be the case. 1t is
so revoking, so unthoughtful OF ones
friends, 80 lonesome, so unfathomable.
so intense. To have gone to sleep in
! apparent health and strength, looking
forward joyfully to the morrow; to
have been seized in slumber with some
catalepsy so closely resembling disso-
luton as to be indistlnguishable, to
have had untruthful eulogles pro.
nounced, and then to have been con.
signed to earth in this narrow box, to
wake betimes and SILVER with mortal
terror.
Gradually / regained the use of my
limbs, although my voice remained as
dead as l was thought to have been.
Slowly drew one,hand up by my side,
for the narrowness of my cell for.
babe outstretching II. felt about my
head--there was the smooth hardness
and polished surface that could mean
but one thing Above me | felt, and
! encountered the same hard, polished,
stubborn, immovable, wooden OBJ
stacle. felt my hair rising erect
from its roots. and turning slowly
gray In this perpetual night. Then
thought l saw a reflection OF my
countenance In the shadows above me,
and / remembered that there was
usually glass just above the upper
part of the body and that my Inca
ments might be dimly reflected
therein.
The thoughts 81. came TO me in
this horrible tin / shall never be
able accurately set down. They
flashed like lightn & upon me and as
quickly forsook me. They charged me
in columns, battalions, armies, myri.
ads, torturing me with their infinite
variety and their acute clearness.
felt II / could only cry out-shriek IN
the hope that my tones might pene-
trate the earth above met would az
ford me some relief. But my voice
remained useless to me. and lay
there shivering and silent, wondering
how long l might survive
Suddenly, strangest OF all, / felt the
wrappings about me move. felt q
thin current of air strike me, cooling
my hot forehead and appearing "a
come through some aperture In my
Enclosure. felt slight pressure
upon me, up and down, as II hand
gently passed over me. What awful
complication was this? Was my
resting place being desecrated by
ghouls In search OF gain? Still the
hand stroked me up and down. | was
sure IL was a hand now for | felt
the pressure Of fingers. Yet lay
there helpless, unable TO move, un
able even TO turn over felt my
hair turning from gray to pure white
II was the climax of my suffering.
felt could Withstand no more. In a
T.. 4
But hush! In the darkness there
was a voice. oh. the music OF H.
the sweet, delirlous unforgetabe mel
ody OF It shall never forget II
said:
Yves only 10 minutes FUN Roches
| ter boss IL Won gifts off there Ynn het