"The Daily Messenger"
February 8, 1892
P.A. SMITH DEAD
" Seldom have we had a sadder duty than that of recording the death of Mr. P. A. Smith, which occurred at 12:25 Sunday afternoon, Feb, 7, 1892, at the Texas & Pacific hospital in this city.
An unseen hand guards the fates and fortunes of all. Ten days ago, and there was not a more perfect man, physically, in Texas than P.A. Smith, resident engineer of the Texas & Pacific railway, in name, chief engineer in fact. To-day he lies cold and silent in the grave.
Of medium stature, solid build, straight and graceful, he walked and looked every inch a man. Such was he physically. Mentally and morally he was even more. A man of towering intellect and ability in his chosen profession; modest, quiet and unassuming to such an extent that very few with whom he did not come in contact in business, had a personal acquaintance with him.
Mr. Smith had intended going to New Orleans on the morning of the 29th but was detained, or postponed his trip one day, and was consequently on board the train which ran into a burnt bridge one mile west of Robeline, La., on the morning of the 30th. As has been reported in these columns before, Mr. Smith and conductor Al Powell were sitting in the front end of the sleeper, the former eating an orange. at 8:20 Mr. Smith stepped on the plat form to throw an orange pealing out, and as he did so, the crash came, the rear end of the passenger coach was driven into the front end of the sleeper, and Mr. Smith's right leg was pinioned between the massive timbers, in which position he was held a prisoner forth-five minutes, and was a helpless spectator of the burning train, and the efforts of friends to keep back the flames, which every minute creeped nearer and nearer, while others were putting forth herculean efforts to cut him from his prison. It was a fight for life. To leave him there was certain cremation. Nearer and still nearer drew the flames. He was the coolest man on the dreadful scene. Finally, as a last resort, strong arms forcibly tore him from a sure death, with a horribly mangled leg. He was brought to the hospital at Marshall, and his leg was amputated the following day, but the mental and physical strain had been too great, and he never rallied. He was buried from the residence of Mrs. S. F. Lipscomb to Greenwood cemetery at 4:15 this afternoon, Rev. Dr. Daizell, of Shreveport, officiating, a special train having been sent down for him to-day.
Words are inadequate to express the deep and heartfelt sympathies of our people for Mrs. Smith and her little child in this bereavement.
Mrs. Smith will leave to-night for her home in Florida, in Mr. Thorn's car, which has been kindly tendered her.
E. H. Hinton, L. S. Thorne, Geo. H. Turner and Jeff Miller came down from Dallas to attend the funeral."
February 8, 1892
P.A. SMITH DEAD
" Seldom have we had a sadder duty than that of recording the death of Mr. P. A. Smith, which occurred at 12:25 Sunday afternoon, Feb, 7, 1892, at the Texas & Pacific hospital in this city.
An unseen hand guards the fates and fortunes of all. Ten days ago, and there was not a more perfect man, physically, in Texas than P.A. Smith, resident engineer of the Texas & Pacific railway, in name, chief engineer in fact. To-day he lies cold and silent in the grave.
Of medium stature, solid build, straight and graceful, he walked and looked every inch a man. Such was he physically. Mentally and morally he was even more. A man of towering intellect and ability in his chosen profession; modest, quiet and unassuming to such an extent that very few with whom he did not come in contact in business, had a personal acquaintance with him.
Mr. Smith had intended going to New Orleans on the morning of the 29th but was detained, or postponed his trip one day, and was consequently on board the train which ran into a burnt bridge one mile west of Robeline, La., on the morning of the 30th. As has been reported in these columns before, Mr. Smith and conductor Al Powell were sitting in the front end of the sleeper, the former eating an orange. at 8:20 Mr. Smith stepped on the plat form to throw an orange pealing out, and as he did so, the crash came, the rear end of the passenger coach was driven into the front end of the sleeper, and Mr. Smith's right leg was pinioned between the massive timbers, in which position he was held a prisoner forth-five minutes, and was a helpless spectator of the burning train, and the efforts of friends to keep back the flames, which every minute creeped nearer and nearer, while others were putting forth herculean efforts to cut him from his prison. It was a fight for life. To leave him there was certain cremation. Nearer and still nearer drew the flames. He was the coolest man on the dreadful scene. Finally, as a last resort, strong arms forcibly tore him from a sure death, with a horribly mangled leg. He was brought to the hospital at Marshall, and his leg was amputated the following day, but the mental and physical strain had been too great, and he never rallied. He was buried from the residence of Mrs. S. F. Lipscomb to Greenwood cemetery at 4:15 this afternoon, Rev. Dr. Daizell, of Shreveport, officiating, a special train having been sent down for him to-day.
Words are inadequate to express the deep and heartfelt sympathies of our people for Mrs. Smith and her little child in this bereavement.
Mrs. Smith will leave to-night for her home in Florida, in Mr. Thorn's car, which has been kindly tendered her.
E. H. Hinton, L. S. Thorne, Geo. H. Turner and Jeff Miller came down from Dallas to attend the funeral."
"The Daily Messenger"
February 8, 1892
P.A. SMITH DEAD
" Seldom have we had a sadder duty than that of recording the death of Mr. P. A. Smith, which occurred at 12:25 Sunday afternoon, Feb, 7, 1892, at the Texas & Pacific hospital in this city.
An unseen hand guards the fates and fortunes of all. Ten days ago, and there was not a more perfect man, physically, in Texas than P.A. Smith, resident engineer of the Texas & Pacific railway, in name, chief engineer in fact. To-day he lies cold and silent in the grave.
Of medium stature, solid build, straight and graceful, he walked and looked every inch a man. Such was he physically. Mentally and morally he was even more. A man of towering intellect and ability in his chosen profession; modest, quiet and unassuming to such an extent that very few with whom he did not come in contact in business, had a personal acquaintance with him.
Mr. Smith had intended going to New Orleans on the morning of the 29th but was detained, or postponed his trip one day, and was consequently on board the train which ran into a burnt bridge one mile west of Robeline, La., on the morning of the 30th. As has been reported in these columns before, Mr. Smith and conductor Al Powell were sitting in the front end of the sleeper, the former eating an orange. at 8:20 Mr. Smith stepped on the plat form to throw an orange pealing out, and as he did so, the crash came, the rear end of the passenger coach was driven into the front end of the sleeper, and Mr. Smith's right leg was pinioned between the massive timbers, in which position he was held a prisoner forth-five minutes, and was a helpless spectator of the burning train, and the efforts of friends to keep back the flames, which every minute creeped nearer and nearer, while others were putting forth herculean efforts to cut him from his prison. It was a fight for life. To leave him there was certain cremation. Nearer and still nearer drew the flames. He was the coolest man on the dreadful scene. Finally, as a last resort, strong arms forcibly tore him from a sure death, with a horribly mangled leg. He was brought to the hospital at Marshall, and his leg was amputated the following day, but the mental and physical strain had been too great, and he never rallied. He was buried from the residence of Mrs. S. F. Lipscomb to Greenwood cemetery at 4:15 this afternoon, Rev. Dr. Daizell, of Shreveport, officiating, a special train having been sent down for him to-day.
Words are inadequate to express the deep and heartfelt sympathies of our people for Mrs. Smith and her little child in this bereavement.
Mrs. Smith will leave to-night for her home in Florida, in Mr. Thorn's car, which has been kindly tendered her.
E. H. Hinton, L. S. Thorne, Geo. H. Turner and Jeff Miller came down from Dallas to attend the funeral."
February 8, 1892
P.A. SMITH DEAD
" Seldom have we had a sadder duty than that of recording the death of Mr. P. A. Smith, which occurred at 12:25 Sunday afternoon, Feb, 7, 1892, at the Texas & Pacific hospital in this city.
An unseen hand guards the fates and fortunes of all. Ten days ago, and there was not a more perfect man, physically, in Texas than P.A. Smith, resident engineer of the Texas & Pacific railway, in name, chief engineer in fact. To-day he lies cold and silent in the grave.
Of medium stature, solid build, straight and graceful, he walked and looked every inch a man. Such was he physically. Mentally and morally he was even more. A man of towering intellect and ability in his chosen profession; modest, quiet and unassuming to such an extent that very few with whom he did not come in contact in business, had a personal acquaintance with him.
Mr. Smith had intended going to New Orleans on the morning of the 29th but was detained, or postponed his trip one day, and was consequently on board the train which ran into a burnt bridge one mile west of Robeline, La., on the morning of the 30th. As has been reported in these columns before, Mr. Smith and conductor Al Powell were sitting in the front end of the sleeper, the former eating an orange. at 8:20 Mr. Smith stepped on the plat form to throw an orange pealing out, and as he did so, the crash came, the rear end of the passenger coach was driven into the front end of the sleeper, and Mr. Smith's right leg was pinioned between the massive timbers, in which position he was held a prisoner forth-five minutes, and was a helpless spectator of the burning train, and the efforts of friends to keep back the flames, which every minute creeped nearer and nearer, while others were putting forth herculean efforts to cut him from his prison. It was a fight for life. To leave him there was certain cremation. Nearer and still nearer drew the flames. He was the coolest man on the dreadful scene. Finally, as a last resort, strong arms forcibly tore him from a sure death, with a horribly mangled leg. He was brought to the hospital at Marshall, and his leg was amputated the following day, but the mental and physical strain had been too great, and he never rallied. He was buried from the residence of Mrs. S. F. Lipscomb to Greenwood cemetery at 4:15 this afternoon, Rev. Dr. Daizell, of Shreveport, officiating, a special train having been sent down for him to-day.
Words are inadequate to express the deep and heartfelt sympathies of our people for Mrs. Smith and her little child in this bereavement.
Mrs. Smith will leave to-night for her home in Florida, in Mr. Thorn's car, which has been kindly tendered her.
E. H. Hinton, L. S. Thorne, Geo. H. Turner and Jeff Miller came down from Dallas to attend the funeral."
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