The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1915-10-21
HEARTREND'G
Dynamite Suuffs Out the
Lives Of Two

High Point and the surroundin
community were inexpressibl
shocked to learn that Mr.. w.
Kivett and ten-year-old son Burn
had been literally blown to piece
by dynamite while engaged in blast
ing stumps on the farm two and one
half miles from this city.
The terrible accident and the at
tending circumstances make it on,
of the most deplorable and heart
rendering happenings in the history
of this community.
No mind can dicate or pen trace
upon inanimate paper for cold type
to record the scene that greeted the
eyes of those visiting the place of the
accident-it beggars description and
we're it not the mission of the news
paper to print in detail the grew
some account it would be kept sacred
away from the eyes of the loved
ones, relatives and friends who have
already gone through greater suffer
ing than death itself. Blood runs
cold in the veins of one and the
heart leaps in bounds as he dwells
upon such a scene and then thinks
of the bereaved family.
A terrible explosion, followed by
quietness incompatible! No sound
save that of a field lark flying in
fright. A negro hand near by rushes
to the scene and finds no trace of
employer and son. He is filled with
awe, he knows that something ter
rible has happened but fails to un-
derstand. He goes to telephone
and calls for help. The wife and
eight children of the head of the
house run towards the field as if
sent by some invisible power, and
and fright CONSERVATION seize them.
They know not the terrible conse-
quences, they are choked with fear.
that becomes a sad reality. They
Come to the stump where husband.
father and brother were seen short
time before, they halt; they huddle
together, they look here and there
in bewildered way; oh, if they could
have been spared the awful sight.
The wife and mother sees only a
fragment of what was once her ro-
bust little Burns whom she had
mothered only few minutes before;
no face to recognize, no lips to kiss.
no downy hair to stroke, no little
ears to COO into, no little hands to
fondle as when he took his first step;
but scattered to the four winds the
blood and flesh of her own Would
it be wrong to say IF God could
only have spared her such a sight
And the little fellow had been
blown eastward-towards the home
of papa and mama, as if in fright
he woul run to the arms OF mother
fer consolation and protection and
here they found him, lying near
stump, face downwards! No, no; we
can't say that, because there was no
face, no head-his chest to mother
earth, as if in a last fond embrace.
one little leg missing and the other
curled up towards his back, most of
the clothing stripped from the body
which was fearfully mangled. If
we could only stop here and wrap
the mantle of tenderest sympathy !
and. consolation around the forms
of the living and pick up the frag-
ments of little Burns and then take |
the family home to mourn over such
a calamity God knows that would
have been trouble enough to bear,
but a double affliction, which 1t
would seem no human being could
stand, awaits them. We go some j
fifty feel further and here find the
mangled form of the'father and hus-
band, in worse shape than that OF
his son. Lying in the woods, both
legs gone, head blown off, bowels
exposed and fearfully mangled, was
found the trunk of Mr.. Kivett. Bits
of clothing, flesh and brains scatter
ed here and and there as if answer
ing as guide posts pointing the
direction to what was left OF the
body; no features left to recognize,
only the clothing and circumstances
to plainly identify the victims. 1t
was sight that would move the
most hardened person to tears. a
feeling of sympathy that makes the
whole world akin in such hours OF
sadness.
Tenderly they gathered up the
fragments and brought them to this !
city to be placed in grey encase-
ments for the dead, and the atten-
ton of friends were directed towards
ministering to the sorely bereaved
family.