I WOULD like to relate a case of healing from an accident. In order that the circumstances surrounding the case may be better understood, I will say, Sharpsville, Sharon, Wheatland, and West Middlesex, Pa., are iron towns within a radius of eight miles, of which Sharon is the largest. Within this radius there are twelve blast furnaces and several mills.
My brother-in-law, Mr. Cole, residing at Sharpsville, was called to West Middlesex to take temporary charge of a blast furnace November 9. The evening of the second day, November 11, at casting time, he was standing about eighteen feet away from the "notch," when one of the workmen struck through a weak place. The iron broke out striking Mr. Cole in the face and left side of his body with terrific force, knocking him down. (He is a large and powerful man, weighing over two hundred.) He was obliged to creep for some distance before he could regain an upright position.
The sight that met the frightened workmen—a flaming man fleeing from a lake of molten metal—seemed to paralyze them for an instant, then brave and willing hands rushed to the rescue and began tearing the burning clothing from his body.
