News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1883-08-16
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| IRON the Boston GLOBE.
'Man under the wheels !" The words
were few, but of horrible import, caus-
ing the passengers to shudder at the
thought of some ones violent death.
SIS he badly cut up?" asked a by
stander.
"Can't tell till we get him out. Here.
men, take hold and pull carefully" said
railroad official.
Conductor Royt's inward bound train
due at the Huntington Station OF the
| Boston & Albany Railroad at 1O:45 a. M.
Saturday, July 18th. had made the Gus
tomary stop at that point, and Just as
the conductor was about to give the sig
nal to go ahead he observed the body of
man, apparently lifeless, lying on the
top of the rear truck of one of the cars.
The man was seemingly mixed up in
fearful confusion among the rods, bolts
and bars of the truck and brakes.
How the man got there was mystery.
| The engineer was certain no one had
| been struck by the train on the down
| trip, and the conductor was at his wits
end for a solution of the the strange oc-
currence. Calling to his assistance some
of the brakemen, and aided by the will
ing hands of many Of the passengers,
Mr.. HOyt proceeded to extricate the I'M
fortunate man. Grasping one of the
mans arms, the conductor began pulling
gently, when suddenly a voice issued
from the mass of humanity beneath the
car.
'LOok a here take your hands off, -
exclaimed the man.
The conductor was astOnished. ''Then
~
"Let up let up [ don't want to be
disturbed" was the reply.
But what are yOu doing under there, "
queried the brakeman.
"Minding my own business, " was the
suggestive rejOinder.
At this moment the onlookers were so
astOnished that you could have knocked
any one of them over with a very small
feather.
Come ont of that!' at length sternly
ordered the conductor.
''Nary come, pardner, I'm agoing to
to ride the whole distance; that's the
kind of carpet tack I am"
ExpOstulation and solicitation having
failed. the fellow WIS forcibly drawn
out, placed on his feet and, with man
on either side, was expeditiously tum-
bled up the steps and into the baggage
car, where he was again Intercepted.
care you iniured?'
'Bet cher life I'm not. But. [ say;
you chaps have spoiled my trousers with
iron rust in a pulling me out.
"Where did you crawl under the carp
was asked.
cat Brighton, said the man.
why did you do it ?"
''For fun"
"Any other reason? p
"WelI, yer see, I've worked for the
Boston and Albany some years, and
never had pass or free ticket over the
road. SO the other day l says to joey
Che works on the road, too). sez [ to
him: Joey, I'm agoing to ride into the
city for nothing Can't do it, SEE he;
4 can, seq l; and, by Jimmy, here
I am"
''What are you doing with that old
rag in your hand? ?" inquired a by
stander.
"That rag? Q, that was billed shirt
when l started. But [ pulled it off OH
the way down so that could shove my
arm atween the wheels and wave it to
Joey, so he could see me on a free
ride. "
By this time Conductor Hoyt, who
had been looking intentiy at 'Joeys'
friend, recognized in him a somewhat
excentric employee of the road, known
along the line as 'Munk" Murphy. He
is about thirty five years of age, and has
been employed on the road principally
as brakeman on freight trains.
The position in which he rode on the
present occasion was a fearfully preca-
rious one, and the wonder is that he was
not torn and cut into shreds.
Upon reaching the depot in this city,
on Kneeland street he was liberated after
being admoished to hereafter ride inside
the cars.