He was at first completely stunned, but after awhile recovered so as to crawl out, and was slowly making his way up the hill on hands and knees when he was discovered and helped to his cabin where his wounds were washed and dressed.
Then a party with lighted candles entered the tunnel to learn the fate of King, and they found him lying on the mass of rock the blast had lifted, dead.

On a piece of board they bore the body to his cabin.

There was hardly a whole bone remaining.

A cut diagonally across his face, made by a sharp stone, had nearly cut his head in two.

He had been thrown so violently against the roof of the tunnel, about 6 feet high, that he was completely mashed.
He had a wife in Mass.