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Title: Out from the Darkness: An Autobiography Unfolding the Life Story and Singular Vicissitudes of a Scandinavian Bartimǽus
Year: 1890 (1890s)
Authors: Henry Hendrickson
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Publisher: H. J. Smith & Co.
Contributing Library: American Printing House for the Blind, Inc., M. C. Migel Library
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they were unprepared for thefalse step that I unfortunately made; certain it isthat, until I was just plunging into the river, therewas no sound of warning as to the danger thatthreatened my life. Quicker than thought itself my arm swung in- I90 OUT FROM THE DARKNESS. stinctively towards the retreating bridge as I fell,and my left arm, the nearest to that structure,grasped the lower rail. It was not an instant beforemy right arm reinforced the left, and the gymnasticexercises incidental to tree-climbing were life itselfin that energy which enabled me to mount to theroadway as the bridge swung towards midstream.There was noise enough then on both sides of theriver, cheering and clapping of hands, for some mo-ments, as though the interested spectators wished toencore the performance, on which I would not willingly enter for a fortune; but, as I descended fromthe railing over which I had clambered, I fell on myknees silently to give thanks to Almighty God formy almost miraculous escape.
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Fall from Kinzie Street Bridge. CHAPTER X. I SEE THE SIGHTS. Off to New York—Roped in—Country-Made Boots—Knicker-bocker Mansion—Barnums Museum—Menagerie in Flames—Inci-dents of the Fire—New York Herald—Murder Under My Window. Before my return to Wisconsin, which seemed tobe inevitable after business in Chicago had peteredout in my line, I determined to visit New York, inthe Micawber-\\ke hope that something would turnup for me in that vaster emporium of trade andcommerce. I could not say why there was such ahope, but somehow if I had ventured back to my oldhome without going East, I should have felt that achance had been thrown away. Acting upon thatwill-o-the-wisp intuition, I secured my tickets forNew York, and was soon on my way, rushing withhardly any means towards a city where I knew noperson. It would not have astonished me in theleast if Commodore Vanderbilt had come to meetme in Jersey City, and propose that we should com-bine our resources to get up a corner o

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