It was ten o'clock at night, and there was no light about.
While crossing the yard I felt something take hold of my leg and screw it off.

I became unconscious; I didn't know what became of me for a day or two.

On the following Sunday night I came to my senses, and found myself in the hospital.

I asked the nurse what was to do with my legs, and she told me both legs were off.
There was a stationary crank in the yard, let into the ground; the hole was 18 inches long, 15 inches deep, and 15 inches wide.

The crank revolved in the hole three revolutions a minute.