A Somerset paper the other day records a peculiar mishap to John Spangler. He was walking with a sack of flour on his shoulder, and a large dog behind him. Both were unconscious that a train was approaching from the rear, and were crossing a creek upon the railroad ties when the man was suddenly hit by the dog’s body, hurled at him by the engine; and man, dog and flour were knocked into the water. The dog was killed; the man is all right; the flour is not.
~ Jeannette Dispatch, 10-May-1889
No comments:
Post a Comment