–Natrona County Tribune–
-Casper Wyoming-
-Thursday June 3, 1897-
-Page 3-

MINER CRUSHED SAVING THE LIVES OF COMRADES
Physicians Hope He Will Survive – A British Columbia Workman Who Should Receive the Victoria Cross For His Courage.
RARE act of heroism, such as deserves to be recorded in history and song, was performed at Rossland, B. C., the other day, which saved the lives of two miners and proved plain Jim Hemsworth to be one of nature’s noblemen, says a Spokane correspondent of the San Francisco Examiner. The Victoria cross had been bestowed on many less entitled to it than Hemsworth and there is no doubt that this brave deed will be recognized by the bestowal of a similar honor should the brave here survive the injuries that he received in saving the lives of his comrades.
It was the shaft of the Young America mine at Rossland camp that Jem Smith and Frank Conson came so near meeting with a frightful death, which must have been certain and swift but for the prompt and heroic act of their comrade above, who in saving their lives did so at the risk of his own.
Smith and Conson were working at the bottom of a narrow shaft, at a depth of nearly 150 feet, engaged in loading ore into an iron-bound bucket, while Jim Hemsworth’s duty consisted in hauling the bucket to the surface by means of a windlass. The heavy bucket, filled with or, had almost reached the top of the shaft when the iron crank of the windlass suddenly snapped in two like a bit of pine, hurling Hemsworth to the ground.

Springing to his feet, half dazed by the blow, Hemsworth saw the windlass whilrling around at a frightful rate of speed as the loaded bucket shot down the shaft upon the men below. He had not a second to lose. There was just one chance to save them and he took that chance. Jumping forward, he threw his body upon the cogs of the whirling windlass, thrusting his arms and shoulders between the swiftly-revolving wheels. With an awful jerk the loaded bucket stopped just above the heads of the two terrified miners far down in the shaft.
Pale as death and with the blood flowing from him in streams and suffering intense agony he never uttered a cry or even a sound as the jaws of the wheels pinioned him fast, as in a vise. Superintendent Shields witnessed the accident from a short distance away, but so horrified was he at the sight that for a moment he stood as if paralyzed.
Quickly recovering his faculties he rushed to Hemsworth’s aid and in a twinkling had blocked the machinery and caused Hemsworth to be released from his perilous position. As Hemsworth staggered back and was about to fall Shields caught him in his arms, at the same time exclaiming: “My God, Jim, this is awful!” “Oh, what’s the difference,” answered the plucky fellow, “so long as I saved the boys?” It was not long, however, before the intense pain he suffered, together with the loss of blood, began to have its effect on Hemsworth’s powerful constitution and he became too weak to stand.
A litter was hastily formed by men who had by this time arrived. Tenderly the wounded man was placed upon it and with the utmost care Hemsworth was carried to Rossland, a mile away, and placed on a cot in the hospital. His wounds were dressed and the injured man made as comfortable as could be under the circumstances. The attending physicians are at this time unable to state how seriously Hemsworth’s injuries are likely to result, but unless he is hurt internally they hope to save his life. His arms, however, in all likelihood, will have to be amputated at the shoulder.
Jim Hemsworth was a plucky hero. In fact, he did survive, and went on to receive not the Victoria Cross, but a medal from the Royal Humane Society of Canada.

-Jim Hemsworth, the hero of the Young America Mine, who saved the lives of his two companies with the loss of one of his arms, was presented with a medal of the Royal Humane Society of Canada last evening at Rossland by Hon. T. Mayne Daly.
The Vancouver Semi-weekly World, 14 May 1897, Page 1
As kind of an interesting side note, you can see how slowly news traveled. This article where he received the medal came out in Vancouver, two weeks before the article in Wyoming detailing the accident. And a whole month before this Vancouver article, there was a poem published about ole Jimmy Hems in Calgary, and the poem was written even a month earlier than that publication:
They were sinking a shaft on the outcrop of the Young America Mine,
Two at the bottom and one at the top, the windlass was working fine.
The men at the bottom had filled up the bucket with pyrrhotite ore,
and Jim stood turning the handle and was sweating from every pore.
But about twenty feet from the surface, when the hoisting was almost done,
The handle broke off at the elbow, and the bucket went down with a run.
Jim saw that his partners were done for; it was useless to give the alarm;
So in order to stop the cogs running, unflinchingly jammed in his arm.
The cogs tore the flesh and the muscle, the blood spurted over the dump;
Said Hemsworth: “I guess I must rustle or the bucket’ll be on the slump”
So he yelled , and the foreman released him.
“Are you hurt?” Says Jim: “Shut up yer noise;”
“If I’m hurt a bit what’s the damn difference so long as I saved the two boys.”
Now miners are generous fellows, though eager to drink curse and fight;
They said, “Is Jim Hemsworth to suffer? You bet’cher, not by a damned sight;
“We haven’t got much of the dough, boys, but we’ve most of us dabbled in stocks;
“There are some that may be a bit slow, boys – anyhow we’ll chip in a few blocks.”
So each of them dumped a few shares in; Le Rois of course took the first place,
But Josies, O.K.’s, War Eagles and Georgias ran in the race;
Great Western, the Poorman, St. Elmo, St. Paul, Palo Alto, White Bear.
Lily May hustled Jumbos and Homestakes, why every one chucked in a share.
There were were Kings, Queens and Saints by the dozen; Noble Five and the Red Cinnabar;
Wolverines, too, and villainous wildcats – let us hope they will climb up to par;
So Hemsworth, though feeble and mangled and unable to hammer the drill,
Can at any rate set to and expert his numerous mines on the hill.
E. M.
Vancouver, B.C., March 20th.
Weekly Herald, Calgary Alberta Canada, 15 April 1897, Page 5

I don’t know who E. M. is, who wrote the poem. I wonder if they were expecting to become so famous that they’d be recognizable just by their initials. Or maybe they were at the time. Or maybe I’ve just been living under a rock.
Anyway, I tried to find whatever happened to Jim Hemsworth. How much longer did he live? Did he eventually die from this injury, or some complication from it? Was he supported for the rest of his life by his mining colleagues? Was he ever able to find work again? We may never know, but at least he got his medal.

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