Weekly Chemawa American., August 16, 1901, Page 6, Image 6

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CHEMAWA AMERICAN.
A BAD ACCIDENT.
Abram L. Hill left his country home
without permission, and thought he would
steal a ride on a passing freight train.
In his attempt to catch a place to hold
to, he stubbed his toe and fell partially
under the train.
His right arm and a finger or two of his
left hand were run over and mashed.
He was taken up in an unconscious con
dition and conveyed to the PlaiDfield, N. J.
hospital whore his aim had to be taken
off a short distance from the shoulder and
his hand -and other bruises were dress
ed. When Abram awoke he found himself in
a strange place and minus an arm, and
feeling very much bruised up.
He remained there two weeks, and then
came to Carlisle, to' he taken care by our
nursing force.
He is up and around, and says he is
thankful that his. life was spared. Hut
what a pity to have to go through life
maimed as he is, and all because he listen
ed to the tempter's voice!
The pad accident should be a warning to
all boys who attempt to steal rides on the
railroad, and should serve as a reminder to
those who have agreed to stay on a farm
for a certain length of time, that they have a
duty to perform in carrying out their agree
ments, not allowing s-ide influences to
tempt them to run away from what they
promised to do.
Red Man and Helper.
The Old-Mau-In-The-Tower would like
for all his little boys who were brought be
fore the laws of justice the other morning
1o read the J'Iovh article carefully. i
valley of grief between the hills with the
longest night and the shortest day. Home
(should be the center of joy. Sel,
Everything Does Not Come To The
Boy Who Waits.
There is an old fable of a man who went
into the woods to cut a fishing-rod. He
was so critical that, though he saw many
trees with fine, straight branches admir
ably suited to his purpose, he walked on
and on, seeking for a better, so finally he
came out of the woods 'with no result. He
had no fishing-rod and no fish.
A case in point was instanced the other
day when some of our boys departed on a
tedious tramp to look for work.
. The story goes on and te'ls of how the
weary prodigals went from farm to farm
with no reward for their long journey Alas!
giving up all hopes of finding any work they
steered for the old hunting grounds com
ing home with a hungry appetite and an
"Oregon City Press"
Boys if you want to work in the harvest
field, go and hunt work there, but not in
the county roads and small towns scattered
through out the valley. '
Chemawa has not been able to supply all
the help that has been asked for by the
many generous hearted farmers in our
neighboring counties. j .
If you find any work grasp it and stick
and hold on until the .work is completed
not only for a half day or week but the
entire season.
Active competition is close these days
that fear and hesitancy must be considered
in grasping what you can find to do.
The Mental Mansion.
A man's house should be on the hill-top
of cheerfulness and serenity, so high that
no shadows rest upon it, and where the
morning comes so early, and the evening
tarries so late, that the day has twice as
many golden hours as those of other men.
He is to be pitied whose house is in some
Do you believe in the value of fresh air?
I do, indeed. I spent a week in the
mountains; and it cost me $200.
A Little Lewiston boy at Old Orchard,
who has long, curly hair, was told by a
lady that he ought to have it shingled.
Shingled! I guess not, was his reply.
I ain't going to have nails drove in my
head! Sel.