William
C. Newell.
On Saturday last Mr. Newell thought to dig a well some six or seven
rods east of his house, and a trifle south-east of his barn. The
spot is probably thirty feet below the house, and the surface soil
is a loose, half sand, half dark muck, the natural washing from
the hills above. It is not more than twenty rods from the creek,
the channel of which is thought to have been at or very near this
spot many years ago. Mr. Newell and a hired man, in digging, had
gone down but two and a half feet when something hard was struck,
which was believed to be a stone. They thought but little of it
at first, expecting to have to break it loose and pry it out. But
throwing out a few more shovels of earth from its side, the feet
of a man appeared. A few minutes more of labor exposed the legs
to the calf; and now their interest being excited, they began to
dig carefully around it, until the whole form of a man--petrified
giant--was brought to view. The neighbors began to hear of what
was found, and of course went at once to see.
Mr. Silas Forbes, who resides a mile and a-half distant, came to
the city Saturday evening and apprised us of the new found wonder,
and Sunday we went to see it. The story was a big one, and not
liking "Silver Lake Snaiks," we wanted to see before telling our
readers. And here is what we saw:--
The form of a man lying on his back, head and shoulders naturally
flat at hip a trifle over on right side; the right hand spread
on the lower part of the abdomen, with fingers apart; the left
arm half behind, and its hand against the back opposite the other;
the left leg and foot thrown over the right, the feet and toes
projecting at a natural angle.
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