The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1883-10-19
THE ENGINEER'S STORY.
Y Midnight Experience In the White
Mountains.


Midnight Experience In the White
Mountains.
1t had been showing steadily all day
long, not in boisterous, tempestuous
way, but quietly and persistently, as il
the feathery flakes which were rapidly
piling themselves one upon the other
on the frozen ground had come for a
long stay. Towards night the wind
began to rise, and when the darkness
settled down moderate winters storm
was raging. We were waiting in the
little station at r. for the down
train, telegraphed an hour and a half
behind time, and were endeavoring to
keep warm around the small air-tight
stove which served as the only heating
medium in the low-studded apartment.
l. is place of little importance ex-
cept as a railroad center, for here two
trunk lines cross each other, and it is also
the point where locomotives were
changed on the different trains. With
the exception of the hustle and excite
ment incident to a junction station,
there was but little to attract tourist,
and the few natural charms the place
possessed at this time were hidden be-
meath the soft covering of snow. So
the weary walters were forced by dearth
of amusement, as well as the storm, to
while away the time as best they could
in the dingy depot. The different time
tables were perused, the flaming adver-
tisements scrutinized, all to no purpose,
for the hands of the monotonous-tick-
ing clock crept around the dial with
that tardy pace peculiar to railroad
time-pieces when one is waiting for be-
lated train.
The conductor who was to take
charge of the express came in to warm
his hands by the little stove, and soon
the party was increased by the engi-
neer, whose machine could be dimly
seen far down the track ready for its
expected charge.
bad night, Bob," said the conduct
or. ''Better come in and warm up. She
won't be here for an hour YETI
The engineer made some reply, and
joined the circle around the stove. He
was a man of slight build, dropping
shoulders, and perhaps not up to the
average height. Rather effeminate at
first sight, until one noticed the square
firm chin, the quick, steady eyes, and
the lines about the mouth, which
showed that beneath that calm face and
quiet manner lay the will both to do
and dare. He had been selected es-
pecially to run this night express on &C
count of the danger of the position, for
the down train was frequently late, and
the lost time must be made up before
reaching the end of the road in order to
meet connections. Time and AGAIN
nothing but the GOODNESS and Judgment
of the engineer had brought this train
to its destination in safety, and Bob
Jennings, as he was called, had bsen
remarkably fortunate, and had never
met with serious accident The run
ming of the two trains up to l. and
back to the city constituted his davis
work. The position was q responsible
one, the remuneration good, and the
lob" as the boys termed it, was
looked uponlwith envy by Bob's fellow
engineers.
After some minutes passed in CON
versation between the engineer and
conductor, the latter suddenly re-
marked:
"How was it, Bob, you happened to
get this expressp The Superintendent
of the Portland & Ogdensburg helped
you to it, didn't he, on account of that
affair up in the mountainsP Tell us
about itpn
Eyes, yes" spoke up several who
had overheard the conversation. "Let
us hear the story, by all means.''
well, boys said Bob, as he bit off
a generous chew, and deposited the
quid lovingly in his cheek, cit amt
much of yarn, and it Il make you laugh,
tor you'll think me spooky like. How
somever, it's as true as Gospel, and if
Dan was here he'd say so, too.
Twas when l was running 40 on
the P. & o. Road which hadn't been
agoin' more'n couple of years. You
may perhaps be acquainted with the
line. She runs through the White
Mountain Notch, and is built right on
the side of the hills. How they ever
had the spunk to start such road beats
me, for at first sight it seems next to
hopeless to get around some of them
short curves, to say nothing of the bio
up-grades. Near Crawford's is that
spider-like Frankenstein trestle, you've
heard so much about, where the track
spans chasm eighty feet wide, and one
hundred feet deep. Strong enough, l
suppose, but it makes man feel skittish
to go over it for the first time. Well,
my good luck is all owing to that trestle.
We lived in Portland then, Nell and l.
She is my wife, and we was as happy as
could be- The only draw-b back was
that every other night had to take the
late express up to Fabyan's and come
back next day on the accommodation.
Nell used to be afraid to have me 90,
particularly as the road was new and
accidents would happen spite of all we
could do. | kept telling her it was safe
enough, and the pay was good, so I'd
better stick to my place for awhile any
way, though, to tell the truth, | didn't
like the route, twas so awful gloomy
like. No big towns to 90 through, only
now and then a little village, and they
would be as dark and quiet as grave
yard, when we struck 'em, at night.
Summers it. wasn't so bad, but winters
was awful Well, one night in January,
when it was my turn to stay in Portland,
the Superintendent sent for me and
said:
bob, there's a party of directors as
wants to get through the mountains to-
night, and they're going to start about
ten o clock. I'll have to send a special,
but | haven't an engineer that l can
trust. Now, it's your night off, know,
but if you'll pull the throttle for
them fellows, I'll make it all right with
you.
Well, says I, I'll 90, of course;
but it's goin' to be bad night on the
mountains.
That's so, Bob.' says the Super,
but | know can rely on you, and them
directors say they must so through,
anyhow
$50 ] went back 10 our little cottage