The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1878-09-06

laundering. l was keeping sharp look
ont as we came to Cross Hollow about
o'clock. How that boy was killed the
Lord only knows. lie was either lalf
asleep or dazed. We never saw him
neither | nor Keef. the fireman, until he
stood right up on the track before us. lie
might have got of but for his fish-polo.
That was driven clean through him. / got
down hearted then. l felt that something
dreadful was in store for me. One thing
about 80 that was strange was that, from
being THY engine, all Of n sudden She
got to be dirty, always splashing herself
with oil and accommodating cindcrs- a
week passed along without ANYTHING hap.
pening, only she kept burning more coal
than she should, so that was grumbled at
for waste. Right off Un starting she show
ed her spite on a little girl that had crept
almost on the track. So help me heaven.
/ think the cursed beast Of an engine toIied
children on the track. We Just gfazed
that baby. Everything went contrary that
morning. Denny Keef, who was a merry
fellow, would keep a cracking Jokes, but [
couldn't laugh. Fist. there was a bother
about a freight train that had broken an
axle ahead of us. That kept MS back. a.
COrley's the station master got orders for
me to make up some 16 minutes / had lost,
because there was an excursion train back
of me, wanting to be ON time for a rowing
match as was to take place ON Lilly Lake.
Well, / let her have it, and she Just took
the bone in her teeth, and kind of shrieked
land howled, her whistle keeping meaning.
Every now and then l had my hand on the
throttle to be certain of her. 1t hadn't
been raining for some days and knew no
sleepers could be loose, and that there were
no washaways. But / had kind of pre-
sentiment l seen the face, Of the old man
and Bub Harrington. Poor Bub was be-
4.
seeing poor Denny Keef mangled by my
side. / could hear-my God i-iis bones
crunch An | knew after that was that [
was in bed here, with poor Jenny a-cry ing
over me. They say it was broken rail.
Now, in freezing weather rail can break
but in summer mostly never. 1t was 33
that had made up her mind TO GO a killing.
The only thing | am glad abont is that 33
has gone to hell. When MIR. Malcomb,
that's the boss of our repair shop, came
to see me this morning, (he's been mighty
kind, his wife ascending me jellies and
soups, he asked me IL had no inquiries to
make about 33.
"'33, said he, is ground up into fine bits.
Just a lot OF smashed up, tangled and bat
tered iron. Her bed frame even Is cracked
& Only fit for the scrap pile p | asked.
That's where most of her Is now p
said Mr.. Malcomb.
" Thank God for thatlP says FOR a
more murderous engine the hand Of man
never turned ont. She was accursed befoIo
she started :"
Poor Tom had a bad relapse which end
ed in brain fever which set In that night
Poor Jennie is a widow now. Tom raved
about 33 until exhaustion came, when he
passed away.
AS it was easy for me 10 have access to
the machinery account and accident book
of the road, l did look MP the history of s;3,
and am forced to say that poor Tom. Mas
seys story, as far as related to that partic-
ular engine, was true to the letter. Have,
then, machines certain diosyncrasies2