“Is the city editor here?”
“He isn’t down yet,” I replied. “Anything I can do for you?”
“I just stopped to tell you there’s a big wreck2 on the road up here near Alton. I saw it from the train as I passed coming down from Chicago. A half dozen cars are burning. If you people get a man up there right away you can get a big lead on this.”
I grabbed a piece of paper, for I felt instinctively3 that this was important. Some one ought to attend to it right away. I looked around to see if there was any one to appeal to, but there was no one.
“What did you say the name of the place was?” I inquired.
“Wann,” relied the stranger, “right near Alton. You can’t miss it. Better get somebody up there quick. I think it’s something big. I know how important these things are to you newspaper boys: I used to be one myself, and I owe the Globe a few good turns anyhow.” He smiled and bustled4 out.
I did not wait to see the city editor. I felt that I was taking a big risk, going out without orders, but I also felt that something terrible had happened and that the occasion warranted it. I had never seen a big wreck. It must be wonderful. The newspapers always gave them so much space. I wrote a note to the city editor explaining that the wreck was reported to be a great one and added that I felt it to be my duty to go at once. Perhaps he had better send an artist after me—imagine me advising him!
On the way to the depot5 I thought of what I must do: telegraph for an artist if the wreck was really important, and then get my story and get back. It was over an hour’s run. I got off at the nearest station to the wreck and, walked the remaining distance, which was a little more than a mile. As I neared it I saw a crowd of people gathered about what was evidently the smoldering6 embers of a train, and on the same track, not more than a hundred feet away, were three oil-tank cars, those evidently into which the passenger train had crashed. These cars were also surrounded by a crowd, citizens of nearby towns, as it proved, who were staring at them as the fire blazed about them. As I learned later, a fourth oil-tank car had been smashed and the contents had poured out about these others of the oil group as well as the passenger train itself. The oil had taken fire and consumed the train, although no people were killed.
The significance of the scene had not yet quite dawned upon me, however, when for the second time in my life I was privileged to behold7 one of those terrible catastrophes8 which it is given to few of us to see. The oil-tank cars about which the crowd was gathered, having become overheated by the burning oil beneath, exploded all at once with a muffled9 report which to me (I was no more than fifteen hundred feet away) sounded like a deep breath exhaled10 by some powerful man. The earth trembled, the heavens instantly appeared to be surcharged with flame. The crowd, which only a moment before I had seen solidly massed about the cars, was now hurled11 back in confusion, and I beheld12 men running, some toward me, some from me, their bodies on fire or being momentarily ignited. I saw flames descending13 toward me, long, red, licking things, and realizing the danger I turned and in a panic ran as fast as I could, never stopping until I deemed myself at a safe distance. Then I halted and gazed back, hearing at the same time a chorus of pitiful wails14 and screams which tore my heart.
Death is here, I said to myself. I am witnessing a real tragedy, a horror. The part of the great mysterious force which makes and unmakes our visible scene is here and now magnificently operative. But, first of all, I was a newspaper man; I must report this, run to it, not away.
I saw dashing toward me a man whose face I could not make out clearly, for at times it was partially15 covered by his hands, which seemed aflame, at other times the hands waved in the air like flails16, and were burning. His body was being consumed by a rosy17 flame which partially enveloped18 him. His face, whenever it became visible as he moved his hands to and fro, was screwed into a horrible grimace19. Unconscious of me as he ran, he dashed like a fiery20 force to the low ditch which paralleled the railroad, where he rolled and twisted like a worm.
I could scarcely believe my eyes or my senses. My hair rose on end. My hands twitched21 convulsively. I ran forward, pulling off my coat, and threw it over him to smother22 the spots of flame—but it was of no use—my coat began to burn. With my bare hands I tore grass and earth from the ditch and piled them upon the sufferer. For the moment I was beside myself with terror and misery23 and grief. Tears came to my eyes and I choked with the sense of helpless misery. When I saw my own coat burning I snatched it away and stamped the fire out.
The man was burned beyond recovery. The oil had evidently fallen in a mass upon the back of his head and shoulders and back and legs. It had burnt his clothes and hair and cooked the skin. His hands were scorched24 black, as well as his neck and ears and face. Finally he ceased to struggle and lay still, groaning25 heavily but unconscious. He was alive, but that was all.
Oppressed by the horror of it I looked about for help, but seeing many others in the same plight26 I realized the futility27 of further labor28 here. I could do nothing more. I had stopped the flames in part, the man’s rolling in the ditch had done the rest, but to what end! Hope of life was ridiculous, I could see that plainly. I turned, like a soldier in battle, and looked after the rest of the people.
To this hour I can see it all—some running over the fields in the distance away from the now entirely29 exploded tanks, others approaching the fallen victims. A house a little beyond the wreck was burning. A small village, not a thousand feet away, was blazing in spots, bits of oil having fallen upon the roofs. People were running hither and thither30 like ants, bending over and examining prostrate31 forms.
My first idea of course when I recovered my senses was that I must get in touch with my newspaper and get it to send an artist—Wood, if possible—and then get the news. These people here would do as much for the injured as I could. Why waste my newspaper’s time on them? I ran to a little road-crossing telegraph station a few hundred feet farther on where I asked the agent what was being done.
“I’ve sent for a wreck-train,” he replied excitedly. “I’ve telegraphed the Alton General Hospital. There ought to be a train and doctor here pretty soon, any minute now.” He looked at his watch. “What more can I do?”
“Have you any idea how many are killed?”
“I don’t know. You can see for yourself, can’t you?”
“Will you take a message to the Globe-Democrat? I want to send for an artist.”
“I can’t be bothered with anything like that now,” he replied roughly. I felt that an instant antagonism32 and caution enveloped him. He hurried away.
“How am I to do this?” I thought, and then I ran, studying and aiding with the victims where aid seemed of the slightest use, wondering how I should ever be able to report all this, and awaiting the arrival of the hospital and wrecking33 train.
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smoldering
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behold
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beheld
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flails
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