Ballads of Brave Deeds By H. D. Rawnsley. With a Frontispiece and Preface by G. F. Watts |
A Lincolnshire Hero |
Ballads of Brave Deeds | ||
A Lincolnshire Hero
The following incident occurred at the Gainsborough Station on 26th December 1895;—a striker named Thomas White-house, twenty years of age, saving the life of one of Messrs Smith & Son's newsboys at the risk of his own. The lad, named Furniss, about fifteen years of age, was crossing the metals when his foot became wedged in the points on the up line. The train was in sight, and the lad shrieked for help, and was told by some of the people to lie down. Whitehouse threw down some parcels he was carrying and jumped on to the metals, but could not dislodge the lad's foot. Furniss threw his arms round him, and shrieked again for help. Whitehouse then put his head between the lad's legs, and bodily lifted him out of his precarious position, and they both fell into the six-foot just as the train rushed in.
Thomas Whitehouse sends me the following account:— “On Boxing Day I was going to Rotherham, to see some friends, and whilst I was standing on the platform of the M. S. & L. Railway Station, the bell rang for the ten minutes to eight train, and when it was about 90 or 100 yards from the station, the news-boy, William Furniss, came running across the metals and stepped on to the points to get on to the platform and his foot slipped in between. The poor lad looked around and saw the train coming towards him and on the same metals and cried for help. I saw the danger, dropped my parcels and jumped down to try and get him out, but his foot was too fast the first try; he then cried bitterly for help; I put my head between his legs and lifted all I could, and his boot-sole gave way, and we both fell into the six-foot. I then got up, lifted him up, and carried him to the other side of the platform.”
Land of Hingvar and Hubba the Dane,
Land of the grey and the golden wold,
Land of the glimmering seaward plain:
Hughs and Langtons fearless and strong,
Bred us a Franklin—Star of the North,
Reared us a Tennyson—Lord of Song:
Tamers of marshland, victors of fen,
Conquerors they by the rights of toil
God's fellow-labourers—husbandmen.
Did your fruit in the furrows of freedom wave;
For he found in Lincolnshire never a slave.
Seed as good as in time of yore;
Still by your sons is the free life loved,
Life, free to be given, is loved the more.
While the bells of Christmas echo in Heaven,
Shall a brave man venture his life laid down,
That life for another may so be given.
The train was due, there was much to say,
The signal fell, and we saw the smoke
And heard a murmuring far away.
When a great cry rose and our hearts aghast
Hushed the babble so loud before,
“There's a lad on the rails and his foot is fast!”
And strong men hopelessly gasp for breath,
Let the old men stand stock-still as in dream,
But one will succour or die the death.
And eye sure-trained by his striker's trade,
Young Whitehouse leaps from the fear-dazed folk,
Of the rush of the “Fire-Drake” unafraid.
He will lever his body with good head-thrust;
The train roars in !—are they dead or alive?
They are safe in the six-foot's smother and dust!
Land of Hingvar and Hubba the Dane,
There are heroes still in the fen and the wold,
The seed of their sowing was not in vain.
Ballads of Brave Deeds | ||