Decatur Democrat, Volume 39, Number 10, Decatur, Adams County, 24 May 1895 — Page 6

©he DECATUR, IND. M. BLACKBUBN, . - • PcMJ—M. Who cares about beef, anyway? If It comes to the worst there are terrapins, J ; Woman does all she can to render herself Irresistible, and then orders man to keep his distance. __ A Congressman who sells seed apportioned to him for his constituents is quite likely to raise trouble. Texas porterhouse steaks cost more in Chicago, New York and Boston than they do in London, Paris and Berlin. The British lion may be a real Hon, but he has a remarkable number of attributes belonging to a quadruped of the porcine species. Without investigating the case closely, we assume that freedom again shrieked when Madame Modjeska was banished from Poland. New York had a dog show two months ago and now has a cat show. Th's is reversing the usual order; the dogs generally go after the cats. If Count Castellane writes his honest impressions of America they will be to the effect that a good-looking girl with 115,000,000 is quite a snap. The weather observer at New York predicts that the summer will be hot. Those who were expecting to spend the ■summer harvesting ice will take notice. An Illinois man is suing his doctors tor $35,000 heeausA one of his legs is snorter tfirin it reany ougnr to dp. - -rv seems the doctors didn’t pull them both equally. The young English lord who wanted to marry a variety actress In California has been held not to be Insane. But this was before he went to a newspaper office to thrash the editor. Speculators who bought oil stocks when they were high can now turn them over to the trust at the latter’s own price. The Standard always greases its victims before swallowing. On the whole, it is not difficult for some people to understand why Chauncey M. Depew is happier at 61 than he was at 25. At 25 Chauncey was not president of a railroad on a princely salary. j Cattle to the number of 281,200 are to have been shipped from the iUnlted States to Great Britain during ’1893. Os these, 555 were lost at sea, 87 were landed dead, and 41 were inlured and slaughtered en route. A Kansas City claimant for a California fortune of half a million has arisen and made his introductory remarks, announcing himself as a longlost son and heir. He might as well sit down again. Plenty of sons will bob up nearer home than the Missouri River. In spite of stringent anti-trust laws, there does not seem to be any easy and practical wayj by which the people can be protected from the extortions of monopolies and trusts. The people obey the command to stand and deliver as soon as it is made, and their only satisfaction is due to a thankfulness that the demand is no greater. Gen. McCook has prohibited gambling among the officers of the army in the Department of Colorado. As no exception is made in flavor of poker, there is a good deal of speculation as to who will be set to see that the order is obeyed. It is supposed, perhaps erroneously, that the only force that could be raised In Colorado that could be intrusted with such a duty Would be one made up of officers’ wives. One of the most wonderful of the many discoveries in sience which have been made during the last few’ years is the fact that a ray of light produces sound. A beam of sunlight Is caused to pass through a prism,so as to produce what is called the solar spectrum, or rainbow. A disk having slits in it is revolved swiftly, and the colored light of the rainbow is made to break through it Place the ear to a vessel containing I silk, wool or other colored material. As the colored lights of the spectrum fall upon It sounds will be given by different parts of the spectrum, and there will be silence in other parts. Metom, Ind., must come out of obscurity and be decoi-ated as one of the famous towns of the country. Its people are only 500, but in the number Is a larger proportion) of octogenarians and nonogenarlans than any other town In America can boast. We do not know the exact number, but they arc so commop that nobody thinks of boasting of 80 or 90 years. And, what Is better, all of these oldsters are youngsters, bearing their years as lightly as they do their summer clothes. What is the secret of Merom? We cannot tell, but surely It is a more valuable asset than a score of new railroads or electric street cars or big hotels. The town is an oasis in a desert of modern bustle, haste and misery. The esteemed Chicago Times-Herald, discussing the epidemic of suicides, correctly states that the greatest number of sfelf -murders occurs in April, May and June, though it wouldllywe-Veen

wtn more correct If It had added the, month of August During the last five years the number committed in these months was as follows: April 2,106,' May, 2,108, June 2,044, and August 2,002. The highest number reached In any other month was 1,986 in July and the smallest 1,516 in February. The T-H., however, is not absolutely correct when it assigns the least number to November and December. It occurs In January and February. Nor Is It at all correct when It asserts that the greatest number of suicides follows periods of business depression. That cause has little to do with suicides. Out of a total of 28,550 cases In the last five years only 479 could be traced to business losses directly or indirectly. The effect of the advance in the pries of leather will be to bring up the cost of the grades of boots and shoes, on whlcy the margin of profit is the smaUestV’ A shoe that formerly cost $2 will be raised to $2.50, and the increased cost will fall where it will be most seriously felt—upon the poor who purchase that grade of goods. The power back of this change in price is the United States Leather Company, better known as the leather trust, which controls the sole-leather market of the whole country. It is of course expected that the advance in this grade of leather will affect the price of other kinds, and harnesses and other forms of manufactured leather will advance as well as boots and shoes, which will feel it at first. The order has been sent out by the leather trust of the United States that the price of shoes and boots of aU kinds must be advanced one-quarter, because leather is to be advanced in price. Since 1886 there has been a steady decline in the quantity of raw hides imported into this country. In that year hides were Imported to the value of $21,049,320, and the amount has gradually fallen off so much that last yeai’ the imports of hides amounreu to tne value of $7,668,825, having fallen from $14,605,787 in 1893. In 1894 the countries that furnished the most hides were England, Argentine and Uruguay, and from these came more than one-half of all the raw hides imported. It is this large falling off In the importations of raw hides that has so reduced the stocks of leather In this country that they can be cornered by the leather trust. The reason assigned for this advance in price is that the shippers along the Amazon Klver, while slow to learn, have found out the shortage in the American markets and have advanced the price of. raw hides. This would explain it if it were time, but the fact is this country buys comparatively few hides in Brazil. In 1898 the importations of hides from Brazil amounted to $697,578 and in 1894 to $286,544, while from England alone were Imported in 1898 hides to the value of $4,294,597, and in 1894 $2,017,611 worth. In the meantime the supply of domestic hides has remained a very constant quantity. <—___, The Marquis de Castellane, father of a young man who recently won distinction an American heiress, has published his “impressions” of America. The Impressions are edifying. The American nation, he says, is a “reunion of men without ancestors.” (He modestly refrains from mentioning his own services in furnishing "one American family with an ancestry J- He also looked in vain in this country for “European Sentimentality” and “refinement of taste.” The interest of the marquis’ observations is Increased by the fact that they are the fruits of his sojourn in this country for fifteen days. In a little over two weeks the marquis plumbed the depths of American politics, economics, religion, finance and society, gaining an intimate view of the great nation by taking a journey as far as from New York to Washington. It is evident, however, that the marquis could have done much better if he had not wasted so much time and research on the subject He delved too deep. Instead of fifteen days he should have secured his Impressions In fifteen hours, or, better still, In fifteen mlnutes. By a careful study of steamship time-cards he might have planned to land at New York at 10 o’clock, say, of a given morning, and embark for home at 10:10 o'clock. Then by hastening from one steamer dock to another he could have been admirably prepared to write impressions on America. Especially if he had been blindfolded while making the trip between docks. The suggestion is flung out for the benefit of any other able and accomplish ed foreigners who may feel impelled tc write a description of the entire United' States and are in danger of becoming hampered with facts. Wasn’t with Noah. Not every one in the world has a great-grandfather, but little Grade had one, and she was very fond of him, too. She liked to study® the network of, wrinkles in his kind, withered old face; and, above all, she delighted to sit in his lap and hear him discourse on the Good Book from Adam to John. One evening he was telling her about the flood and Noah and his steam yacht, “so veV r , very long ago.” To little Grade, a definite period of time earlier than her great-grandfather’s birth was inconceivable, so she asked: “Were you with Noah in the ark, grandfather?” “No, dear, I wasn’t” Grade looked puzzled. “Well, then,” she asked, “why wern’t you drowned?” Oil Bombs. A man in Bremen has Invented a kind of “oil bombs” for calming the waves, which can be fired a short distance. There are small boles in them, allowing Ulf to run out to taMggitiwuA

ALL FOR THE LOVE OF MAH She thought that love »w only this— A lUtle smile, a little kiss, A promise given, * freedom lost, And years to come to count the cost. She laughed aloud at Cupid’s dart, And said, “’Twill never pierce my heart, For lover’s smile I ne’er would sigh; For lover’s kiss I would not die.” But that was yestere’en Before the dance began, But lo! this morn she sighs, forlorn, All for the love of man. “All else,” she says, “is vain!” Oh, pity her who can; Her heart is rent with discontent, And all for the love of man. She used to say that love was made For foolish maids who were afraid To face alone the trials of life That meet us in this world of strife; And freedom, so she loudly cried, Was lost when maid became a bride. Said she, “A slave 1 ne’er will be; it goes against my theory. ’ Butthat was yestere’en Before the dance began, But lo! this morn she sighs, forlorn, All for the love of man. “All else,” she cries, “is vain!” Oh, pity her who can; Her heart is rent with discoutent, And all for the love of man. —The Lady’s CoMPA*w!r. PETESHNDEHS’TffIDJM. BY ARCHIBALD HOBSON. So Smithville was to have a big tewing machine factory. According to Giles Sanders the building was lobe “ bigger’n all creation, with a tmoke chimbley a hundred and eighty odd feet high.” And surely Giles was in a position to know for he had seen the plans with his own eyes. He was a bricklayer, and the nrmtnaatzir had. agreed tQ .emnloy_ him on the work. It was an all summer’s job. Now Giles had a boy, Peter; and Peter, it cannot be denied, had no affection for work. The neighborhood called him a lazy good for nothing. The other boys nicknamed him “ Pretty Pete,” in very irony of his homeliness. Even his father had very little good to say of him. His mother alone, with the faith and nope that mothers have, God bless ;hem, stoutly maintained that Peter xas “ a good hearted boy.” And lhewas right. Peter was the kind of a boy that people, especially sober-going, thrifty people, find it hard to understand. He was different some way, and when' »ny one is ‘‘different” he is likely to be disliked by the indifferent. Pete was, to cut it short, a genius. His lead was full of ideas, but he was .-etiring and sensitive, and instead of .tying to “show off” he kept his thoughts to himself. So it was that le knew a good deal more than people gave him credit for. But he hated work. Some way it generally happened that when there was wood to pile or potatoes needed toeing Peter was not to be found. The chances were he was off hunting nr fishing or gathering specimens for his butterfly or birds’ egg collections. If not, then he was pretty sure to be back in the corner of the woodshed that he appropriated, sawing andhammering away on some new invention of his for using up lumber and nails. And it was like pulling teeth to draw him away. He was always making something. But as the products of his ingenuity were seldom anything practical his father thought all this tinkering and experimenting was time thrown away or worse. But this roving and tinker- ; ing bent" was the extent of Pete’s wickedness. There was nothing morally bad about him. He was simply tinctured with the irresponsibility of genius, perhaps. Work went along on the sewing machine factory steadily all summer. Gradually the walls arose one, two, three, four stories; then the roof was put on. By August the carpenters were at work on the inside, and some of the machinery, even, began to arrive. The last of the masonry to be finished was the great brick smokestack, a hundred and eighty-five feet high. This was a very important piece of work. On account of its great height it had to be built with extraordinary care in every particular. As tier after tier of bricks was added and the huge shaft rose higher and higher in the air it became to the cqpntry round a matter of growing interest. It could be seen miles away, and before it was yet finished “the Smithville stack” was a landmark that half of Smith County had seen and the other half had heard all about. The chimney tapered gradually in as it progressed upward, till, by the time it was a hundred feet high there was only room enough on the little scaffolding for one mason to work to advantage. And the ihan selected to cotaplete the job was Giles Sanders; for he was, beyond question, the best workman in the neighborhood. Finally the last tier of bricks was laid and the chimney finished, all but setting in place the capstone that was to protect the top from the action of the weather. The setting of this capstone was made the occasion for a sort of voluntary celebration by ■the good people of Smithville; The new factory was their factory, they felt, and they had good reason to rejoice, at its successful completion. Their chimney was the highest chimney in all that pkrt of, the State, and It was a thing for every man, woman and child in the town to be proud, of. Bo,it became noised abroad that'on Saturday Giles Sanders would set the capstone. Saturday was the day that

all the farmers went to town, and those.of the women folks that got wind of the doings contrived to have business in Smithville that day and went along. In short, as Giles Sanders, proud man that he was, made ids final trip to the top df the chimney that bright September afternoon, nnd looked down around him, he might almost have taken a census of Smith township by counting the number of heads he saw. — There lay the capstone at the foot of the chimney, jacked up on two timbers. It was a great, ponderous, flat stone, with a hole cut out of it, just the right she to fit the chimney. More them a quarter of a ton it weighed, so the stonecutters said. No wind would ever blow the top off that chimney, it was certain. The whole thing would go first. A strong derrick had been specially rigged up on the top of the chimney. A great beam had been strongly lashed in place, so as to project out over the edge, with a tackle block fastened at the end; and the capstone was to be hauled up by a wire cable with two yoke of oxen at the end. It always takes longer than expected to make ready for such an operation. The crowd began to grow impatient. Giles Sanders, however, conspicuous on the top of the chimney, was in no hurry to have the thing over, for as long as it lasted he was bound -to be the object of all eyes and the subject of conversation. It was the greatest day and hour of his life.

At length, after much toggling and testing, everything was pronounced ready. Word was given, the driver whipped up his oxen, the sturdy fellows strained at the yoke, the cable tightened and slowly but surely the heavy capstone rose from its resting place into the air, steadied by the workmen, and then went straight on upward, as if it had been a pebble. A shout of exultation broke from the crowd, and then all was quiet again while every eye followed the inassiveDtock In its upward course. There was Giles Sanders up aloft looking over the edge of the chimney, he too watching intently the steadily rising burden. Half way up—now three-quarters —now nearly there. Only few a feet more and the capstone will rest triumphant in its place. Suddenly Giles Sanders waved his arms frantically. “Stand from under down there, for Heaven’s sake,” he shouts. “She’s breaking, she’s breaking.” Something gives way. There is a creaking, rasping hum, followed by a deafening crash of timbers, and the mighty stone comes tearing its way to the earth, carrying away in its flight the wooden scaffolding and burying itself deep in the earth at the foot of the chimney. The people rush to the spot with one impulse. Fortunately no one is hurt. Giles’ warning shout and the creak of the cable gave the workmen time to get out of the way. No harm is done; the stone is not even broken. But stop I Now the crowd begins to realize it, and there is a buzz of anxious voices. How is Giles Sanders to get down? There he is on top of the shaft nearly two hundred feet in the air. The derrick is broken and fallen. The scaffolding, his other resource, lies scattered on the ground, except for a few straggling timbers that still hang loosely in position. Jump, it would-never do. Ladders, none can be .spliced long enough to reach. Yes, the scaffolding can be rebuilt; but it will take two days to do it. And all this time the poor man must stay up there, with hardly room to hang on, nothing to eat and no possibility of sleeping. What if, during the night, he should grow weak or ! unsteady and fall off? The bare possibility is frightful to think of. Ingenious fellows in the ’crowd puzzle their heads for some means to rescue the unfortunate one. “ Tear up your shirt into strips,” shouts some one, “ and tie ’em together, and let down the end, and then we’ll fasten a rope on for you.” And Giles sets to work ripping and tearing and cutting, with fingers and teeth and pocket knife. Then he ties the lengths together, but no, they’re not long enough ; they reach only a little more than half way down. The case seems hopeless. Giles must stay on the chimney until the next night at least, without relief. Already it is beginning to grow dusk, and now the men set to work in earnest to rebuild the scaffolding. “Where's that good for nothing Pete?” someone inquired. “Likely off shootin’ squirrels. He’s never ’round when anything’s the matter,” answered another. “No,” ventured his mother, as she overheard the remark, “he was here this afternoon. I saw him just before the accident.” “Sure enough, here he comes across the fields,” assented the man. “But what’s the boy got? It looks like ajkite. He ain’t got the heart to go a flyin’kites with his father up there on that thing, has he? But it’s just like him. I don’t believe he thinks as much of his father as he does of liis dog.” Mrs. Sanders put her apron to her eyes and walked over to meet Peter, who had meantime come running up. “What in the world do you mean, Peter, by foolin’ with your kite at such a time as this?” she asked. “Just you wait, mother,” answered Pete, softly as he adjusted the tail and guidestrings of the kite. Meantime the waiting crowd had begun to gather around Peter, out of curiosity to see what he was about. “Whatyou think you’re tryln’ to do, Pretty?” inquired one; and the untimely banter was greeted by an antimely laugh. But Peter kept unruffled as he went on making his kite ready. There was just a soft evening breeze stirring out of -the south.

“Take her and hold her up good,** said Pete to another boy standing near; as he placed the kite In hie hands. Then, having unwound some string, he told the boy to let go, and in a moment the kite rose gently into the air, sailing steadily upward with an easy grace that told she was perfectly made. Then U dawned upon the bystands ers that there was method in Pete’s madness, and now no one dared banter him. Steadily rose the kite on the breeze. Soon It was as high as the chimney. Then Pete paid out the string deftly and shifted about till the kite was directly over where his father was standing. Now his father seizes the string, impatiently, as if he thought tc climb down on it out of that fearful trap. Now Pete ties to the end ol the string a clothes line that he hat brought with him. “Now pull, father,” says he with the coolness of a man thorough!) sure of what he Is doing. His father pulls up the string hand-over-hand, and with it the clotbel line. Now the boy fastens to the end of the line the tackle block that fell from the broken derrick,-and th< father draws it up to the tqp. Nov all is plain. Another trip with th< line and this time a strong rope it taken up. Giles Sanders runs the end through the pulley, now securelj fastened, and ties it round his todj under the arms; strong and willing hands below pay out the rope with caution; Giles comes dangling through the air steadily downward, and in another minute he stands safe and sound on the earth. The people gather round to shake his hand and have a word with him. And now Peter is not forgotten. But the boy has run home, run away from the crowd to escape the praise he knew they would now load upon him. That night his father spoke gently to him, more gently than he ever had before; and his mother’s voice quivered so she could not speak. From that hour Peter was transformed. He had felt for once the encouragement of sympathy, and he saw now something to work for. All at once he was a man, willing, capable and with a heart for whatever his hand found to do. The factory started up next month and Peter had a place as engineer’s assistant. That was a score of years ago. When he was 22 he invented the simple little sewing machine attachment for winding bobbins —anyone might have thought of it you would have said—and to-day he owns a largo share of the factory. Ho would have been a millionaire If he had Invested more of his money in interest bearing securities and less in the “bonds and deeds fraternal” that bring their profit mostly in after life. _____ Novel Mouse Trap. Mice are very knowing little animals, and are often too shrewd to be caught by even the best steel traps. To make a very effective mouse trap take a large jar—the kind used for jam and preserves—and tie over the top a piece of stiff brown paper. In the center of this cut a erbss. Set the jar in a closet, and suspend by a string a piece of toasted cheese or bacon rind over the center. If the mice cannot easily reach the top of the jar a runway may be constructed by placing one end of a board on the edge of the jar and allowing the other end to rest on the floor. If there are any mice abouirthe 'bait will attract them. Just as soon as the first mouse reaches the center of the paper he will drop through Into the jar, arid the paper will fly back for the next comer. The same kind of trap may be used for catching rats, only a barrel must be substituted for the jar. A rat will soon gnaw out of such a trap if not prevented. The best way to avoid this is to fill the barrel partly with water. This trap is a great favorite with country people. They lay a good sized stone or brick in the bottom of the barrel and pour in just enough water to come level with the top of this. The first rat which tumbles in, of course climbs on the brick to get out of the water. As soon as another victim arrives there is a fight for possession of thfc only dry spot. The noise attracts other rodents, so by morning a dozen or more may be swimming and squealing and fighting for dear life. A Newsboy’s Gratitude. A well known London doctor was recently astonished at having a copper refused by one of the usually pert, and sometimes insolent paper boys who line the Strand and make Fleet street hideous with their cries. On asking the reason, the urchin recalled the fact that at one of the hospitals the doctor had attended him and saved his life. But more was to follow, as the doctor found an evening paper mysteriously left on his doorstep every night, until he himself stopped it, thinking that the debt otgratitude had been more than paid by the very thought ofmaking any return at all. A Unique Club House. In Santos, Brazil, the English residents have a cricket club, and the club has what is probably the most unique club house in the world. A storm last year was followed by an excessively high tide, which landed a large bark far upon the cricket club's lawn, and It was purchased for a small sum, sheered up arid made Into a club house anti grand stand- , By a new line of steamers tourists can go from Constantinople, Tarkey, td Alexandria, Egypt, in fifty hours. j -’- h ■ •

* WUhAL MATADOR. <• Vanquished an A-gry Bull Slngls Handed. “You can find mon equal to hatiff«ng wild cattle without going to the Western ranges,” said a Gotham: iportsman. “Isaw ayoungPsnnyylrania farmer tackle an ugly bull laqt September and get the better of him n great shape. For downright nervg ind readiness his performance beat anything that ever came under my tbservation. It occurred In a county district, known as the Bock H!«X neighborhood, among the foothills >f the Alleghenies, where I was pareng a fortnight’s vacation. • “I was going along the road afoot me morning on my way to a stream shore I expected to find some good bass fishing. I passed an unusually neat looking farmhouse, and a luartef of a mile beyond met the jwner driving a yoke of oxen. He sas a pleasant faced, stalwart young lellow, who handled his ’goad stick like a wand, and he gave me a cherry 'good morning’ as we passed. A halt minute later I heard the bellowing of an angry bull and a child’s voles screaming in the pasture on the left of the road. A little girl was running toward us, and after her came a', bull, a big white Durhanf with short thick horns, who was cutting a pace • that would bring him to the child before she could get half way to the fence. A little red cape that she was wearing had excited the bull's inger. • “I started for the pasture, but the young fanner was ahead of me. Keeping hold of his goad stick with one hand he placed the other on the upper rail, vaulted over the fence as tightly as a grained gymnast, and tan like a deer for the child. He got to her just as the bull, about Sfty feet behind her, lowered his bead and broke into a gallop. Without stopping the farmer caught the • ted cape from her shoulders and leaped in toward the bull two or three paces more, then sheened to one side, - shaking the cape toward the animal is he ran. The bull, with his eyes, fixed on the red cloth, turned AS., sharply as he could to follow it, and-, chased the young man, who ran ina direction to lead him away from the child. For so heavy an animal, the bull handled himself with wonderful quickness, and, though he lost is little ground in turning, he soon overhauled the farmer, who, at the last moment, faced him and jumped to. one side, at the same time thrusting the red cloth in front of the animal. The short, sharp horns flapped the garment upward as the bull rushed by, and the farmer, slipping behind the beast as he passed, ran for a tree u short distance away, the cape thrown back over his shoulder. The bull set out after him, and by that time I had reached the child and was getting her to the fence. ' » “After I had got the little girl safely over the fence I turned to see how things were going in the pasture.. The farmer was playing a game of tag with the bull and the tree, and he called to me that he was all right and to stay where I was. The tree was a maple, two feet in diameter, and, do the best he could, the bull couldn’t get round the tree fast enough to overtake the man or stretch, his neck enough to reach him with his horns. The farmer had kept hold of the goad stick all the time, andasthe bull thrust his head to one Sideor the other of the trunk he received' the sharp brad in his nose or a blow’ from the heavy butt on the tip of) his horn, both very sensitive placed in horned cattle. The bull got tired, of the game first and backed away a* few steps, shook his head and seemed to fall to thinking Presently he took a mouthful of grass to help hie meditatior.B, then another and another. The farmer stood quiet) and kept the red cloth out of sight. The bull kept on browsing and seemed to have got all over the Idea of fighting. Presently he lifted his head, looked over at the cattle feeding at the other end of the pasture, ' and then, as if a sudden thought had struck him, trotted away to join them “The young man went out into the pasture to pick up the little girl’s berry pail, and then camo back to the road laughing as if a tussle with a fierce bull was the best of jokes. “ ‘That’s a fine animal,’ he said.t ‘ Did you ever see such a neck and shoulders on a horned critter? Took first premium at five county fairt, I got him for S2OO after he kilted Squire Kempton’s hired man two years ago. It was the red cape that stirred his dander; but lordl he’s the most peaceable beast in the world if you don’t excite him.’ “He gave the little girl her pail and cape and told her to go home, nodded to me, and started after hie oxen, which were just turning Into the farmyard Here was a hero who had done a feat worthy a Spanish matador, and he didn’t know it or care about it.” A Strange Tale. Digby Oakpod, Jr., the postmastei at East Hohokus, N. J., in 1899 stocked the pond on his farm - with pike. Last summer they devoured a flock of valuable Brazilian geest and twenty-one ordinary ducks that were swimming In the pond, and, strange to relate, a pike was caught there on Tuesday which has eight well developed, but very short lags, 11 of which are webbfooted. The Westminster Gazette publishes Jts annual foot ball butcher’s bill. The bill shows that during the season there were twenty deaths from Injuries received on the foot bail field and that over one hundred and fifty legs, arms and collarbones wers broken, beside many cases of concussion of the brain or spine, paralysis, kneecaps split, peritonitis, and i hundreds of minor casualties . " / ' ' ' ~ ' -