Sharpman stood for a moment as if collecting his thoughts, then he asked: "Did you and your husband, accompanied by your child Ralph and his nurse, leave your home in Scranton on the thirteenth day of May, 1859, to go by rail to the city of Philadelphia?" "We did." "Was the car in which you were riding well filled?" "It was not; no, sir." "How many children were in that car besides your son?" "Only one." "A boy?" "Yes, sir." "About how old?" "About Ralph's age, I should think." "With whom was he travelling?" "With an elderly gentleman whom he called, 'Grandpa.'" "Before you reached Philadelphia, did the bridge over Cherry Creek give way and precipitate the car in which you were riding into the bed of the stream?" "It did; yes, sir." "Immediately before that occurred where was your child?" "He was sitting with his nurse in the second seat ahead of us." "And the other child, where was he?" "Just across the aisle." "Did you see that other child after the accident?" "I did not; I only know that he survived it." "How do you know it?" "We learned, on inquiry, that the same old gentleman and little child went on to the city in the train which carried the rescued passengers." "You and your husband were both injured in the disaster, were you not?" "We were." "And the nurse lost her life?" "Yes, sir." "How long was it after the accident before you began the search for your child?" "It was nearly three days afterward before we were sufficiently recovered to be able to do anything." "Did you find any trace of him?" "None whatever." "Any clothing or jewelry?" "Only a few trinkets in the ashes of the wreck." "Is it your belief that Ralph perished in that disaster?" "It is; yes, sir." "Would it take strong evidence to convince you to the contrary?" "I think it would." "Ralph," said Sharpman, turning to the boy, "stand up!" The lad arose. "Have you seen this boy before?" continued the lawyer, addressing the witness again. "I have," she replied, "on several occasions." "Are you familiar with his face, his expression, his manner?" "To a great extent--yes, sir." "Do you recognize him as your son Ralph?" She looked down, long and searchingly, into the boy's face, and then replied, deliberately, "No, sir, I do not." "That is all, Mrs. Burnham."