A Street Accident
Essay # 1
One morning I witnessed an agony street accident. I was on my way to school when suddenly I heard a loud crash. Turning to look, I saw a horrible sight. A scooter and a car had apparently collided with each other. All I could make out before the crowd of passers-by rushed towards them was a pool of blood, shattered glass, and a man lying on the street.
It seemed to me that there was far too much noise and nobody seemed to be doing anything to help the accident victims. However, some intelligent, alert person must have rung up the hospital, for soon an ambulance came, followed by the police who cleared away the crowd badly wounded man, who had been riding the scooter, being lifted on to a stretcher and put into the ambulance. The occupants of the car had cuts and bruises and appeared to be in a state of shock. They too entered the ambulance which then left, its red light flashing and siren blaring.
The police cordoned off the area and dispersed the people, who went about their work. Everybody was discussing the accident. Not wanting to be caught loitering, I ran the rest of the way to school, all the time wondering why all of us paid such little attention to simple traffic and road safety rules.
A Street Accident
Essay # 2
- Street accidents.
- Preparations for the Viceroy’s visit.
- The elephant on the Mall.
- The accident.
I have often wanted to see a street accident. This sounds rather unkind; but I do not mean that I wanted accidents to happen, but that, as they do happen, I wanted to be on the spot to see one. Generally, I have been too late, and have come on the scene after the excitement was over.
But the other day I saw the whole thing from beginning to end, and this is what happened. The Chief Minister was coming to our town, and everybody was busy making ready for him-decorating the streets with flags, cleaning the roads, putting up barricades at the station, and so on. Several District Magistrates had come to the town and had brought their grand motorcars and servants in uniform. There was to be an elephant procession also.
Well, the other day I was walking down the Mall when I saw the biggest elephant I had ever seen. It was a huge fellow, and it was all dressed and painted ready for the grand elephant procession, which was to pass through the town to the Chief Minister’s Durbar. It was covered with a splendid cloth of purple velvet braided with gold, and its head and trunk were painted with many colours. The mahout was sitting on its neck, looking very grand; and in the howdah was some Children having a ride.
On came the great brute, slow and stately, and I was so interested in watching it that I did not at first notice that a lady in a trap coming in the opposite direction, was having trouble with her horse. The horse was evidently frightened at the elephant, and had stopped, and was backing the trap into the side of the road. Just then a cyclist came along the Mall and overtook and passed the elephant. As he rode past, he turned round to look at it, and so did not see where he was going, and ran right into the frightened horse. This was too much for the horse, which reared, and then bolted knocking the cyclist over. The horse dashed down the Mall, and overturned the trap. It was a great smash, and the lady was thrown out. Of course a crowd gathered at once, and I ran up to see. The man’s cycle was smashed up, and he was injured and cut; the lady was stunned and had to be taken to the hospital. The horse was not hurt, but the trap was broken. The elephant took no notice, but continued on its majestic way as though nothing had happened.