Many chil-dren have been kill-ed by playing with gun-pow-der. Mis-ter Ben-son kept a shop and sold oil, can-dles and many oth-er things. One thing he sold was gun-pow-der. A per-son came in and said, "Have you any gun-pow-der? I want to shoot birds." Mis-ter Ben-son went to his can-is-ter for the gun-pow-der but there was not any. A great boy was stand-ing near. It was Mis-ter Ben-son's son. Mis-ter Ben-son said to him, "Go up-stairs in-to the store-room and fill this can-is-ter with gun-pow-der."
The great boy went up-stairs and fill-ed the can-is-ter. Then it came in-to his fool-ish mind, "I will go in-to the nur-se-ry and fright-en my lit-tle broth-ers and sis-ters." He had play-ed many tricks and now he play-ed an-other trick. He throws a lit-tle gun-pow-der in-to the fire. And what happens? The flames dart out and catch the pow-der in the can-is-ter. It is blown up with a loud noise. The chil-dren are thrown down, - they are in flames, - the windows are bro-ken - the house is sha-ken! Mis-ter Ben-son hears the noise and rush-es up-stairs. What a sight! His chil-dren ly-ing on the floor burn-ing! The ser-vants help to quench the flames. They go for a cab to take the chil-dren to the hos-pi-tal. The doc-tor says, "The chil-dren are blind and they will soon die." And they died.