The Independence Day Horror at KillsburyCoolidge, Asenath Carver
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The Independence Day Horror at Killsbury
Coolidge, Asenath Carver
Children -- Death -- Fiction; Didactic fiction; Fireworks -- Fiction; Fourth of July -- Fiction
"Then let us get out of the boat and go to work in earnest to destroy the
evil, root and branch. There is nothing more sure than that this Fourth of
July slaughter is a branch of war--a terribly crooked branch and a poison
one--one that can be easily made to grow into another deadly Upas tree. We
have all heard of that exasperating old Upas the very fibre of which if
woven into a garment produces a constant itching to the wearer. The same
thing happens to the small boy who indulges in Independence Day customs
too freely. He gets an itching for war and brutal sports. Ralph Norwood
will now give you the statistics of our annual Independence Day slaughter
for the last ten years, which will show you, I trust, into what a fatal
fetichism we are rapidly descending."
Ralph came forward with an immense roll which he accidentally let slip. As
it trailed on the stage there were whispers of excitement from all parts
of the house, such as "See." "See." One rough fellow blurted out:
"That's all right, Norwood, let's have it sled length."
"The first accident on his record was at the laying of the Corner Stone of
the Schwarmer mansion. He explained that he had begun there because the
disasters that had occurred previous to that date had not been noticeably
large. On that eventful day Mr. Schwarmer had come from the city and
brought a carload of fireworks, cannon included. His hostler was killed
while firing off the cannon. There were several minor accidents the same
day. But little account was made of them in face of the greater accident.
I believe one of the boys who had his fingers shot off is in the hall now.
If so will he kindly raise up his maimed hand in proof of the statement?"
The hand was raised and sighs of pity were heard from various parts of the
house.
"The next year the worst accident was caused by a boy who threw a bunch of
firecrackers at a horse. It ran away throwing out a mother and child. The
child was killed and the mother's back almost broken. She lingered until
the next Fourth and died in a paroxysm of fear, piteously begging to have
the terrible fireworks stopped. I see that Dr. Muelenberg is here. We
would like to hear his testimony."
The doctor arose promptly and confirmed Ralph's statement. He also said
"that in his opinion there should be no temporizing with this matter.
Everybody knew that explosives were dangerous, especially those that were
gotten up on purpose to explode and that they should never be put into the
hands of the young or ignorant or evil disposed." He added sarcastically:
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