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An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge

John Mortonson's Funeral
John Mortonson was dead: his lines in 'the tragedy "Man"' had all been spoken and he
had left the stage.
The body rested in a fine mahogany coffin fitted with a plate of glass. All arrangements
for the funeral had been so well attended to that had the deceased known he would
doubtless have approved. The face, as it showed under the glass, was not disagreeable to
look upon: it bore a faint smile, and as the death had been painless, had not been distorted
beyond the repairing power of the undertaker. At two o'clock of the afternoon the friends
were to assemble to pay their last tribute of respect to one who had no further need of
friends and respect. The surviving members of the family came severally every few
minutes to the casket and wept above the placid features beneath the glass. This did them
no good; it did no good to John Mortonson; but in the presence of death reason and
philosophy are silent.
As the hour of two approached the friends began to arrive and after offering such
consolation to the stricken relatives as the proprieties of the occasion required, solemnly
seated themselves about the room with an augmented consciousness of their importance
in the scheme funereal. Then the minister came, and in that overshadowing presence the
lesser lights went into eclipse. His entrance was followed by that of the widow, whose
lamentations filled the room. She approached the casket and after leaning her face against
the cold glass for a moment was gently led to a seat near her daughter. Mournfully and
low the man of God began his eulogy of the dead, and his doleful voice, mingled with the
sobbing which it was its purpose to stimulate and sustain, rose and fell, seemed to come
and go, like the sound of a sullen sea. The gloomy day grew darker as he spoke; a curtain
of cloud underspread the sky and a few drops of rain fell audibly. It seemed as if all
nature were weeping for John Mortonson.
When the minister had finished his eulogy with prayer a hymn was sung and the pall-
bearers took their places beside the bier. As the last notes of the hymn died away the
widow ran to the coffin, cast herself upon it and sobbed hysterically. Gradually, however,
she yielded to dissuasion, becoming more composed; and as the minister was in the act of
leading her away her eyes sought the face of the dead beneath the glass. She threw up her
arms and with a shriek fell backward insensible.
The mourners sprang forward to the coffin, the friends followed, and as the clock on the
mantel solemnly struck three all were staring down upon the face of John Mortonson,
deceased.
 
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