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Show "sensations OF DROWNING. " the Experiences f a Man Who Barely Escaped Es-caped a Watery Grave. When the water rushed into my lungs and stomach, it felt for all the world like a pleurisy pain, which has also given mo a tussle in later years, but was over in a second, writes a man who was onco nearly drowned. Then my body settled quietly to the bottom, and my arms fell limp by my side. In my half conscious condition I could see all my relatives and acquaintances crowding crowd-ing about me and looking down on me with tearful faces. All the events, it seemed, of my career passed slowly in review, and the good, bad and indifferent indiffer-ent acts stood out before me in bold relief. re-lief. I knew I was drowning and remember re-member thinking, "Why, this is not so hard, after all!" I wondered where my body would be found and shuddered at tho thought that it might never bo found. I also wondered won-dered whether or not my companion had become alarmed and run away and left me to my fate, or whether he was diving div-ing here and there to find me. Then I pictured my burial, and how the clods would resound on my coffin when it was lowered into the grave, and my fate would be pointed out to other boys by anxious mothers as a warning. At the next stage I could hear bells softly ringing in the distance, together with little tinklings and chirrups sound- ing in uiy iora. . Thui I Obegan ...to See pretty pictures. The colors of the rainbow rain-bow danced before my eyes and intermingled inter-mingled and formed into all sorts of odd shapes. I had no pain and no fear of what was expected to follow. I seemed seem-ed to be enchanted at the scene before ma Everything was light and calm and moved about without any visible impelling force. It was like looking into a large mirorrwith every beautiful thing that the most vivid imagination could conjure up revealed thereby. The last stage that I entered increased increas-ed the beauty of the surroundings. All discordant noises ceased and were superseded super-seded by the softest, sweetest music that could be thought of. Apparently I had been transported to a place flooded with bright, calm sunshine. It was neither too hot nor too cold, but seemed like a clear autumn day. Then I seemed to rise from the ground and float off into 6pace like thistle down. Higher and higher I went until I seemed to look down on the world from a great height, and then came a blank. The next thing I knew I was lying on the raft with my companion looking down on me with a pais face. New York Journal. |