Wheeling Register

HOW IT FEELS.

Sensations of a Man at the Bottom of the Ohio River.

"Just one year ago to-day," said Philip L. Newman, a Boston drummer, who was at Lindell yesterday, "I had as narrow an escape from drowning as anyone ever had. It was a hot afternoon and I went with several companions to bathe in the Ohio River, not far from Cincinnati. In diving from a log I stayed too long under the water, and before I could rise to the surface I felt a shock like a blow on my back, caused by one of my friends diving to my rescue. This drove all the air out of my lungs, and I went to the bottom, where I lay in a half conscious state. All the events of my life passed slowly before my eyes, and I could see my parents and friends around me weeping. I recalled with absolute distinctness the smallest facts of my life, even when I was a child at school. I knew that I was drowning, but thought, after all, it was not such a bad death. I wondered if they would be able to find my body and shuddered at the thought of their failure. Then I pictured my burial, heard the clods falling on my coffin, and thought that I heard parents speak of my death as a warning to their children. At last everything around me became peaceful, noises died away and I felt myself rise above the earth and float upwards into space. From that moment I saw or knew nothing until I found myself lying on the bank beside the friend who had rescued me and brought me back to life by means of artificial respiration and friction.—St. Louis Globe-Democrat.