neer, and master-mechanic. As we write no fur-out meeting a train then due. "Unluckily it could ther legal steps have been taken. But if the of- not be done. There was a terrible collision, and four fenders are not indicted and tried, the authorities of passengers were murdered outright and a score or Connecticut decide that human life may be wantonly more injured. sacrificed in the State, and nobody be held to answer. Murdered, we say; not, indeed, with malicious But passengers must reflect upon a certain kind intent, but with a recklessness which was simply of responsibility which they too frequently assume. murderous as its consequences were. Now if a There is always great impatience of delays upon a conductor who can deliberately commit such an ofrailroad. Some are hastening to make a connec-fense is not ignominiously and memorably punishtion for further travel. Some to fulfill various en-ed, or if the public mind can not perceive the peril gagements. This man has a note to pay. That man is to meet an agent. This one is hurrying to a sick child or wife. That one is impatient for his dinner. And so a fever of haste and utter impatience of interruption possesses the whole company. "What a slow coach!" cries one. "Let's get out and walk!" sneers another. "This line makes money by saving wood," says a third. The conductor is assailed on every hand by questions and gibes. He too has his private impatience. wishes to avoid the bother and further detention of delay. He does not wish to lose the right of the road. He dislikes to forfeit the good opinion of the passengers and to be accounted an unpunctual officer. He may be a weakly good-humored man, willing to run for luck, averse "to borrowing trouble," and inclined to "guess that all will come out right." He But every traveler ought to know that when there is the least derangement of time upon a railroad there is constant danger from all these causes. It should be the first thought of every one to confirm the conductor in the strictest fidelity to the rules, and to help him in taking every extraordinary measure of precaution. If an axle heats, if a wheel breaks, if the running gear be disturbed, and the train delayed, every passenger should see that signals are sent out and messages dispatched. Every State should appoint supervisors of railroad bridges as well as inspectors of locomotives, and pay them enough to have their work done and not shirked. For experience has proved that railroad companies can not be trusted to provide necessary guarantees for the safety of travelers, and the action of the State is merely the people protecting themselves. ter. of condoning such crimes, we must be content to pay the penalty of our contempt of human life until some company of passengers, stung by the cruel carelessness which has slain and maimed their comrades, take summary vengeance upon those whom they may, and perhaps wrongfully, consider guilty. If the laws fail to arrest the frightful slaughter which has marked this summer, every body of travelers will constitute themselves a Committee of Public Safety. THE striking letter of Mr. W. P. Atkinson upon the Great Schools of England, of which we spoke last month, has excited a great deal of interest among teachers and scholars. It is a "swamp angel" in the attack which is now opened upon the traditions of education. For there is unquestionably a very effective reaction now raging against the supreme importance of the study of the Greek and Latin classics. It is found that the exclusive devotion of the great schools and universities in England to the Latin and Greek results merely in a severe training in philology which, however important both in itself and for intellectual discipline, is by no means the chief and essential point of a proper modern education. The conditions of life in America may make a certain conservative spirit in the methods of study more necessary than in England. The tendency with us may be, as is claimed by some wise scholars, inevitably toward diffusion and superficiality, and require therefore to be counteracted by the careful and steady discipline of the study of the ancient languages. But those very same conditions peculiarly demand a catholicity of education which is lost in too strict a following of the monkish curriculum. The remedy is perhaps in the direction of a more generous choice. It is not that the classics shall be proscribed, but that science, in the broadest sense, and the modern languages and literature, shall be admitted ad eundem. If the system of degrees, which has become almost wholly obsolete and unmeaning, must be retained, let them represent a certain quality rather than direction of study. If there must be collateral courses, a classic, a sci If the public were less pusillanimous railroad companies and their agents would be more respectful and cautious. Passengers submit to be crowded beyond reason, to stand up, to be addressed by conductors and other officers in the most surly tone, and they smile at it all as if it were a necessary part of the discipline of life. We may learn a lesson from John Bull upon this subject. John does not pay his fare to be jammed in an uncomfortable railway carriage, and to be accosted by the attendants of the train as if he were a vagrant of bad charac-entific, and a modern language course, let the deHe thunders in the Times if he does not get his money's worth. The consequence is a wholesome sensitiveness to public censure upon the part of the managers, and infinitely greater security and courtesy upon the road. A few weeks since, when the verdict in the Housatonic case had been just rendered, and while the inquiry into the explosion of the Arrow steamer was still pending, while the public mind was aghast with the horrible catastrophe upon the Tennessee and Alabama Road and with the incessant smashes and collisions elsewhere, a train upon the Long Island Railroad left Hunter's Point fifteen minutes behind time, and a succeeding station forty minutes late, and dashed on at full speed, trusting to luck to reach the next point with grees be of exactly equal honor and represent an equal attainment. For instance, let the degrees of Bachelor of Arts and Bachelor of Sciences represent an equally honorable scholarship, the character of which shall be indicated by the degree. And the honor, it must be observed, is very much within the power of the college. If Harvard and Yale and Union and the University of Michigan honorably.distinguish the student who has studied Greek from one who has not, whatever the extent and quality of the latter's scholarship may be in other studies, those colleges do all they can, and it is very much, to inculcate the notion that there is an intrinsic superiority in classical study. But if the college by its degree says simply: "My son A is 1 as well versed in German, French, Spanish, and | County Judge of one of the Northern counties. Now Italian as my son B is in Greek or my son C in it so happened that the Judge's orthography had mathematics," it would be a mother as sagacious been somewhat neglected, and when signing his as it is cherishing. Still better if the degree should official jurat, followed it with "Kallyforny." A say, simply: "These sons of mine are equal, al- member of the bar on one occasion called the Judge's though in different ways." attention to the supposed error, but the Judge insisted that he was right, remarking, as proof, that "if Kal-ly-for-ny did not spell California, he would like to know what it did spell." THE Judge was of that mould that if he said a We see by the Catalogue of Union College, at Schenectady, in New York, that a very important and decided step has been taken in this direction. There are now two Baccalaureate courses of study established there, the Classical and the Scientific. In the latter the modern languages replace the an-horse was "sixteen feet high" he would stick to it. cient, and the amount of mathematical and English Once having ruled on a question of law in favor of studies is increased. The Catalogue says that the one side, the opposite attorney begged for timeScientific course has just been remodeled, and is sent for a copy of the Supreme Court Reports of the now a four years' course, intended to be fully equal State, and produced a decision in a similar case dein amount of study and in disciplinary value to the ciding the same point right the other way. There Classical course, with which it now runs pari pissu. was no way of getting over the analogies in the two The degrees are the same as for the Classical course. cases; so the Judge, taking the "bit in his teeth,” The details show how comprehensive and excellent stood by his first decision, on the grounds, as he the Scientific Curriculum is, while Professor Wells, expressed it, that "if the Supreme Court was a of the Modern Languages, is an enthusiastic and mind to make a fool of itself, that was no reason accomplished linguist. that his court should!" This is doubtless the beginning of very serious changes in collegiate traditions. It does not show that the technical "classics" are to be shelved for easier and less valuable studies, but it proves that the word education is hereafter to be more liberally and truly interpreted. A Editor's Drawer. AN Oregonian sends to the Drawer a little anecdote of Governor Gibbs: The Legislature of Oregon during its last session passed an act compelling barber-shops to close business at 10 o'clock A.M. on Sundays. This has given rise to many practical jokes; among the best is this: A few Sundays since the Governor of the State stepped into a barber-shop about 9.50 A.M., and placed himself in the chair to be shaved, at the same CITY contributor wishes to enter the Drawer, time giving the boy his boots to polish. The barand sends the four following: All parts of the country furnish contributions for the Drawer, yet I have failed to see any thing from Broadway, New York. Now Broadway is an "institution," and entitled to a place. When the street was covered with ice last winter, as I was riding down in the stage it stopped to let a passenger out, and one wheel rested in a hole or sunken place in the pavement. The driver made several efforts to start his team, but the horses slipping each time, failed to start the stage. In this dilemma, looking round, the driver called out to he of another stage, "Hub me! hub me!" whereupon the other driver, reining in to that side, brought the hub of his stage in contact with the other, and the momentum given by the concussion enabled the first-named, by starting his horses at the proper time, to easily move along. Whereupon a fellowpassenger remarked, "How many troubles would be easily overcome if men, down along the slippery journey of life, would "hub" each other along! AGAIN: A few years ago, in Congress, a side question was raised as to the degree of talent necessary for a Congressman, when a member from a district in Missouri, having the floor, said, "As to other sections I can not say, but I'm of opinion that it takes more talent to navigate across Broadway, New York, of a fine day, when the omnibuses are running, than it does to represent my district in Congress!" Not long since a California Justice had a place in the Drawer. We beg leave now to go one step higher. In an early day, when the sovereigns were too much engaged with "ounce" and "two ounce diggings" to look much after the affairs of Government, one Judge B- was elected to the office of ber lathered his Excellency's face, and the boy industriously brushed on the boots. About the time one half of the Executive beard was shorn, and one boot satisfactorily polished the clock struck ten. The brush dropped from the boy's hand, and the barber began hastily to place his instruments on the shelf. The Governor desired him to proceed. “Can't do it, Mr. Gibbs; "the Sunday law is in force," was the reply. And, in spite of his protestations, the Governor was obliged to leave with one side of his face unshaved and one boot covered with dust. Ir is an ancient conundrum, "Why is Queen Elizabeth more remarkable than the Falls of Niag ara?-Because they are a wonder, but she was a Tudor." But here is an improvement on it: A Norfolk farmer built himself a homestead, and instead of one "half door" in the middle, set a door in each wing. Being asked why he called his house "Elizabethan," he replied, Because, you see, it is a Tu-dor (two-door) cottage." 46 THE following is a fragment of a very edifying discussion which took place at the monthly meeting of the Birkenhead Commissioners. Mr. Brattan mentioned spades in connection with implements. MR. CHANDLER. "Instruments, not implements, Sir." MR. BRATTAN. "A spade is an implement." MR. ASPINALL. "Oh no; that would be a machine." OUR friend George S. Hastings, Governor Fenton's worthy Private Secretary, is not invulnerable to a good "goak," even were it told of himself; hence we infer the following anecdote will be as well appreciated by his friends as by himself: Stopping at a New York hotel, he registers as follows: Geo. S. Hastings-San Francisco." A friend, interrogating him upon the point of his residence, thought it queer that he was not aware of the fact. To which the worthy Secretary replied: "Have I not always been from San Francisco?" eyes, exclaimed, with a child's simplicity and expression, "Never mind, Ally; when you die and do to heaven you'll dit it." A GEORGIAN writes from Thomasville: I saw a sign in this vicinity a few days since, and thought you might give it a place in your Drawer. OLD CAIN SEADE CHAIRS RE-BODEMT. THIS comes from the Hub:" Since the decease of the late distinguished Bishop AN Englishman traveling in the south of Ireland overtook a peasant traveling the same way. "Who lives in that house on the hill, Pat?" said Chase, of Illinois, whose weight was some three the traveler. One Mr. Cassidy, Sir," replied Pat; "but he's dead-rest his sowl!" "How long has he been dead?" asked the gentleman. "Well, your Honor, if he lived till next month he'd be dead just twelve months." "Of what did he die?" Troth, Sir, he died of a Tuesday." THE Periere Brothers, bankers in Paris, are Jews. A member of a large stock company fell into a dispute with one of the brothers, who was likely to get the advantage of him in a large operation. Vexed at his own failure and Periere's success, the man cried out. "Do you mean to eat me up?" hundred pounds or more, the weightiest man in the House of Bishops of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States is the Bishop of the diocese of Not long since this prelate was on a visit to his friends in Boston and its vicinity, and one morning, just as he was entering a railroad car, a wag exclaimed to a fellow-passenger, "There's a big 18COME!" The Bishop enjoyed the joke and pun, and let himself down into the first seat that he found wholly vacant. EVERY one connected with the United States - Academy in 1861 will remember the long dry sermons of the chaplain, and how many were the ways the poor "middies" resorted to to escape the punishment of hearing them. Among the number was one particularly "full of the Old Nick," who 'My religion," blandly replied the Jewish bank- one day conceived the idea of giving the Doctor an er, "forbids my eating you." AUGUSTUS DOOLITTLE had been "in a store" about three months when his employer asked him what part of the business he liked best. To which the elegant youth replied: "Shuttin' up, Sir." As an example of the singular sensitiveness of the Southern citizens in reference to the negro. and their whimsical dread of a negro insurrection, I have the honor to report to you, as Chief of the Bureau of Fun, the following authenticated incident: The other day Dr. M, of Newbern, got a large invoice of Roberts's California Balsam, and, as a means of attracting public attention to his wares, pasted up on every corner a mysterious-looking placard, having a red triangle on a black ground, with the letters R. C. B. at the three corners respectively. Early the next morning the Doctor was dismayed to hear that the whole civil force of the town, City Marshal. Mayor, Commissioners, and all, were tearing down his advertisement. On demanding an explanation he was told by the City Fathers that his innocent hand-bills had been understood by them to be the secret orders of some wide-spread negro organization; and that the letters R. C. B. had been interpreted, "Rise, Colored Brethren." The Mayor of Newbern will never hear the last of his Balsam. THEY have smart children in Medford. A lady friend of ours in that place, being in Boston with her two youngest children, Ally and Nelly, bought Ally a small balloon, to amuse and keep him quiet. While passing through the hurrying, busy crowd on Washington Street a rude boy severed the string by which it was held, and away floated the light little bubble over the house-tops. Nelly looked around, and perceiving the tears starting in Ally's extra allowance of salt. The Doctor always had a tumbler on his desk filled with water, and during his sermon would frequently wet his lips with the cooling draught. On the Sunday of which I speak he had the word "Eureka, Eureka, Eureka," thrice repeated, and then the meaning of it in English"I have found it"-repeated three times. Middy Van V had put a quantity of salt in the Doctor's tumbler; and just before using the word "Eureka" the Doctor took a good swallow of the water. It is useless to say that there was not a sober countenance in the room at the wry faces the chaplain made. OUT in the pleasant little village of Platteville I chanced to be spending a few weeks with a friend, Major R, one of the oldest settlers, and something of a politician; but unfortunately the Major "crooks his elbow" a little too often. On one of his sprees he chanced to be found by some ladies lying in a ditch, drunk. "Why, Major," said one, "is that you? What are you doing down there?" The Major jumped up as quickly as possible, and with the air of a Judge said, "Oh nothing, ladies; only pondering on the affairs of the nation!" "OLD COOPER" is a Dutchman, and like many another man, of whatever nationality, has a wife that is "some." One day the "old man" got into some trouble with a neighbor, which resulted in a fight. The neighbor was getting the better of the 'old man," which Cooper's wife was not slow to see. The "old man" was resisting his enemy to the best of his ability, when his wife broke out with, "Lie still, Cooper! lie still! If he kill you I sue him for damages " It only remains to be said that "Cooper" did lie still, and was not killed. AN army correspondent writes: Ben is a good-looking soldier boy, susceptible to the charms of the "softer sex," and ever ready to render them due reverence. After he had been in the service eighteen months he received leave of absence on account of "wounds received in action," and on his way home of course fell in love with the first good-looking girl he saw. "Twas at a way station on the Nashville road that a pretty native maid, accompanied by her mother, entered the cars and took a seat opposite our hero, whose admiring glances testified that he was again the victim of the terrible little archer. He had a cigar in his pocket, a luxury to which he had been for some time unaccustomed, and the enjoyment of which he was now denying himself out of respect to the ladies. Soon, however, the old lady took out a black stone pipe, and proceeded deliberately to fill it with native twist; upon which Ben seeing an opportunity to enjoy his smoke, and perhaps strike acquaintance with the "beautiful unknown," addressed her in his blandest manner with, “Madam, would my smoking discommode you?" "No, Sir," said she, sweetly; "I chaw myself!" Ben's dream was broken. WE have heard a great deal of the "moral drama," but little of the "moral circus" or the "moral show;" but Mr. Dan Rice, the greatest of traveling showmen, in his last visit to our town, gave us a specimen of the ways and means by which a "dumb baste" can be made to teach the young American the best principles of morals. Perhaps you do not know that Dan Rice is a very worthy and respectable citizen of the county, which he has represented in the Legislature; and as he travels with the animals only three or four months in the year he spends the most of his time in the discharge of the duties that devolve on ordinary mortals. When the great show was here Dan brought out a trained mule, and offered to allow any boy to ride him around the ring, promising him a dollar if he rode without being thrown off. "And now," said the great and good Dan, "this ere mule is a most extraordinary and intelligent animal: he knows more than that ass did who spoke right out in meet WE have a little four-year-old boy, who occasionally gets off some original things. The following the angel. You see, if a good boy, who never ing is one: He went to a pond near by, and there for the first time in his life saw a large polliwog: it excited him very much, and he came running to the house, saying, 'Oh, pa! I saw an awful thing in the water just now!" 'What was it?" said his father. "I don't know," said he; it was all head but its tail!" 66 ONE of our friends in Illinois writes to the Drawer that at their Sunday-school, a few Sabbaths ago, a teacher asked his infant-class "Who was the first man ?" This was almost a stunner; but one little fellow, after thinking a moment, cried out lustily, Lincoln!" while another, not to be outdone, exclaimed, "I was just going to say that!" AN old farmer, now dead, who bore the cognomen of "Old Tom Fowler," was quite a fun-loving, jolly fellow in his day. While working on a bridge, to bridge a deep slough, he was accosted by a gentleman in a two-horse carriage with the question, Is there good bottom to the slough ?" "Yes," replied Tom; and the traveler drove in, stuck, and had to be pulled out-horses, carriage, and self. After succeeding in getting out, traveler wanted to know of Tom why he lied to him, telling him there was "good bottom ?" Says Tom, "There is good bottom, but it's a great deal further down than you went!" to us. A VERY useful Society, laudable in its design, in a flourishing city in Illinois, has been started. The Prospectus is printed for signatures, and a copy sent The Drawer never uses tobacco nor profane language, and has no "small vices" of any sort, and would gladly join this "Sosiety" if its members would improve its spelling somewhat. The Drawer believes in spells, though it does not use tobacco by spells, nor swear by spells; but such spells as these of the Western Prospectus gave the Drawer a spell of chills and fever when it came: UNION SOSIETY. Against profane language and the use of tobaco. We the under sigened do solomney swear that we will live up to that till futher orders from the sosiety. If thoes laws are broke by us we will pay the sum of 5 cents for each time we brake the laws which is to go for books tells lies, never swears, but always loves to go to Sunday-school and mind his mother, gets on his back, he will carry him all the way around just as nice as can be. But let a wicked boy, one of your lying, swearing, good-for-nothing little rips, get on, and he will pitch him into the middle of next week before he gets half-way round the ring. Now, boys, who will ride ?" A meek-eyed, well-dressed lad stepped forward, and Dan and he first exchanged a few words: "Do you love to go to Sunday-school?"-"Yes." "Do you ever swear?""No." "Never tell lies ?"-"No, Sir," said the boy, very modestly, and mounting, rode round in triumph. Then forth stepped a barefooted tatterdemalion, who was put through the same category, but refused to answer. He could ride as well as swear, and wasn't afraid to mount. Off dashed the mule; then suddenly came to a dead stop, and pitched the urchin over his head, amidst the plaudits of the gathered thousands, who saw in this exhibition the wonderful sagacity of the animal, and the awful danger of lying, swearing, and not going to Sunday-school. ONE of the many and excellent clergymen who enjoy and contribute to the Drawer sends the two following. Though we receive more "good things" from the clergy than any other profession, we are, like Oliver Twist, greatly in want of more. Rev. Thomas Whittemore, D.D., lately extensively known through the country as publisher of the Trumpet, a prominent Universalist journal, was a wit, as well as a theologian of no little celebrity. He loved to give and take a good joke as well as he loved a good dinner, which is saying a great deal for him. Besides his almost Herculean labors as preacher, publisher, and editor, his great business talent made him President of the Fitchburg Railroad Company. But whatever else he did or was, his belief in universal salvation, while living and when dying, was strong and prominent. Well, soon after he was made President of the railroad aforesaid, in order to post himself in all particulars for a thorough discharge of his duty, he concluded to walk the length of the road-about forty miles-incog, that, while unknown to the workmen on the road, he might personally judge of their faithfulness. At length, meeting an employé upon the road from "sweet Erin, the jewel of the say," who was very roughly handling some boards sent for transportation, much to their injury, the President accosted him mildly, saying, "My good friend, are you not handling those boards too roughly?" 66 Bedad," responded Pat, "an' if I be, what's all that to the like of yeez?" "Oh, no matter what it is to me," replied the President, "you should do your work carefully." "Oh, begone, ye botheration!" said Pat, "and lave me to do me own wurruk." But "No," insisted the President, "you must do your work properly." "Divil a bit do I care for ye!" returned Pat, growing irate at the persistence of the stranger. "You go to h-ll!" "Oh no," said the Doctor; "that is the very last place I should think of going to." "Troth," said Pat, "an' it 'll be the very last place ye will go to, intirely." In the lifetime of the noted counselor, B. F. Hallett, Dr. Whittemore was on the stand as a witness in an important case. The Doctor's testimony not helping at all the case which Hallett was pleading, he took occasion to say, rather frequently, as he had been wont to do to other witnesses of less probity, "Now, Mr. Whittemore, I want you to remember that you are testifying under oath." This reminder was rather stinging to the Doctor's sense of right; but he submitted with as good grace as possible till the testimony was closed; when Mr. Hallett observed, rather testily, "Well, Mr. Whittemore, you have contrived to manage your case pretty well." Mr. Whittemore found his turn now, and, with a peculiar twinkle of his eye, replied, Thank you, Mr. Hallett; perhaps I might return the compliment if I were not testifying under oath." 66 ATTERBURY, the celebrated Bishop of Rochester, who flourished in the time of Queen Anne, happened to remark in the House of Lords, while speaking on a certain bill then under discussion, that he had prophesied during the previous winter that the bill would again be brought forward, and he was now very sorry to find that he had been a true prophet. Lord Coningsbury, who spoke after the Bishop, in his usual abusive style, desired the House to take notice that one of the right reverend prelates had set himself forth as a prophet; but for his part he was at a loss what prophet to liken him to, unless it be the prophet Balaam, who was reproved by his own ass. Bishop Atterbury, in reply, calmly exposed the rude attack, concluding as follows: "Since the noble lord has discovered in our manners such a similitude, I am content to be compared to the prophet Balaam; but, my lords, I am at a loss to make out the other parts of the parallel: I am sure that I have not been reproved by any body but his lordship." WHILE in Philadelphia, attending the recent National Convention of Young Men's Christian Associations, I went one afternoon, in company with a friend, to visit the beautiful cemetery at Laurel Hill. As we were admiring the fine group of statuary at the entrance by Thom, representing Sir Walter Scott conversing with Old Mortality while engaged in his labor of love, deciphering the moss- | covered tombstones, three returned soldiers came up. One, who had seen it before, began to explain it to the others, who were strangers, when one of them asked who that was sitting on the grave-stone. "That is Scott," was his reply. "Scott! let's see: he was a soldier, wasn't he?" was the response, indicating that Walter and Winfield S. were somewhat mixed in his mind. His refreshing verdancy, however, was more than matched that same afternoon, when another party of delegates, from up the river, stood at the same spot enjoying the scene which the artist's Ichisel has so finely reproduced. Seeing that they were evidently from a distance, a stranger stepped up and began to explain it to them. Our friends soon discovering that his knowledge was not equal to his assurance, began to draw him out. Swho is not deficient in that line, innocently asked him who that old man lying on the tombstone was. "Oh, that is Old Mortality." "Well, what is he doing?" "Why, he is going round the country carving tombstones." "What is that book he has got there?" "Oh, that is his order-book, in which he has the inscriptions written that he is to cut on the stones. He keeps it open there so as not to make any mistakes." With difficulty controlling his risibles, S—— soberly continued his investigations: "Well, who is that man sitting on that gravestone?" RECENTLY, on a Sabbath morning, Mrs. C—, of Chattanooga, Tennessee, was engaged, as was usual with her, reading the Scriptures to her little children. She had chosen the first chapter of Genesis on this occasion, and was reading the account of the creation. The children were listening quite attentively; and when she read that God made the fish of the sea, her little son interrupted her by saying, "Mother, did God make the whales too?" She replied by saying, "Yes, my son, God made the whales also." "Then," rejoined little Benny, "I should like to have been there to see Him let it slip; I know it made a big splash!" THE Rev. Dr., chaplain in the army, sends this admirable incident to the Drawer: At the battle of Belmont, Missouri, in 1861, our forces made a dash into the Belmont camp, directly under the guns of Columbus, and took it. This was General Grant's first battle, and a harder one I have never seen, though many on a much larger scale. My hospital was nearly a mile in the rear, and suffered only from a heavy shelling. The first wounded man that came back I shall never forget. He did not belong to my regiment, but to an Illinois regiment farther back. He was not over twenty-one, I think. He had received a ball through the large muscle of the right arm, just above the elbow; another through the right shoulder; and another in |