Accidents

A little boy, the son of Mr. Ralph Sherrer, while returning from school to his home, was carrying a large brass tack, near an inch in length, in his mouth. The little fellow, in calling one of his schoolmates, attempted to fill his lungs for the call, when the violent inspiration drew the tack through the windpipe, and it fell on his right lung. The little fellow has been suffering intensely since the occurrence. The only hope of our most skillful surgeons is, that the child may cough the tack far enough back to be reached by the knife. It is impossible of course to reach it where it is.. We can imagine no more agonizing position than that of a parent at the bedside of this little sufferer. The forlorn hope of the expulsion of the tack is only seductive enough to put in contrast the fearful despair with which it mu[st] alternate, and leave the parents mind the prey of contending emotions, while the suspense of the situation, it seems to us, is enough to drive one mad. They have our heartiest sympathy.