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Stumpage Reports
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Monday, January 20, 2003 :::
Unbridled Hijinks Ensue: or, Life In Pre-OSHA North Carolina
Here's another selection of wacky headlines. The theme this week is accidents. All selections are from the Raleigh News and Observer during the years 1902, 1905, 1909, and 1910.
Head Crushed To Jelly. Farmer loses his life at sawmill by being caught on a belt -- an excellent citizen.
Met A Horrible Death. Boy dragged half mile by runaway mule.
Big Plymouth Rock Rooster Attacked A Little Girl.
Crushed Between Cars. John N. McDonald killed at Harnett Lumber Company mill.
Dynamite - Laden Trains Rush Together. Half a hundred killed by three terrific explosions.
Storm And Floods. A woman blown against a red - hot stove and fatally burned.
Odor Killed Him. Negro dies after removing hide from his horse.
Car Filled With People Drops, Bursts.
Lightning Splits Tent Pole. Killing four men, injuring six, and strewing the place with dead poultry.
Quote of the Day: Damn, this is a long sentence, he's talking about squirrels. This guy really knew how to see.
One would approach at first warily through the shrub oaks, running over the snow - crust by fits and starts like a leaf blown by the wind, now a few paces this way, with wonderful speed and waste of energy, making inconceivable haste with his "trotters," as if it were for a wager, and now as many paces that way, but never getting on more than half a rod at a time; and then suddenly pausing with a ludicrous expression and a gratiutious somerset, as if all the eyes in the universe were fixed on him, -- for all the motions of a squirrel, even in the most solitary recesses of the forest, imply spectators as much as those of a dancing girl, -- wasting more time in delay and circumspection than would have sufficed to walk the whole distance, -- I never saw one walk, -- and then suddenly before you could say Jack Robinson, he would be in the top of a young pitch pine, winding up his clock and chiding all imaginary spectators, soliloquizing and talking to all the universe at the same time, -- for no reason that I could ever detect, or he himself was aware of, I suspect.
--- Henry David Thoreau, Walden
Reading:
"The Letters of the Anti-Federalist Farmer" (thumbs down)
Fredericksburg! Fredericksburg! by George C. Rable. 671 pages of pure joy, I shouldn't be reading this during school, but the hell with it.
::: posted by tom at 9:57 PM
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