Northern tribune. [volume] (Cheboygan, Mich.) 1875-1885, 1884-05-15
A Life Saving Match.


swell, SIR" he begins, 'sthere's not
much in it. It's nigh fifteen years ago.
There wor none o. them block telegrafs
and Westin' house brakes, and Pullman
cars on the cut then. 1t wor just such
a dirty night as this, when the wind wor
up and would ma be said. We had a
pitch in just at the edge of a viaduct at
the Junction. The shuntin' ingin wor
q collectin' her wagons, and she got
astride on the facin'-p'ints just as the
down slow passenger train came a
skockin' into her and blockin' both
roads. Some said it wor all on account
of the signals. Others made it out as
it VOL cos the lockin'- bar wor out OF
order. Any how the Government In
spector could not clear it up, although
there were any amount of Engineers and
officials down wi plans and sections.
We wor all confusion. Luckily none
was much the worse. Some was shook
q bit, and an ovid woman died Of the
fright. / live close to the line, and,
hearing the crash, ruined up to see
what was amiss. l wor just a goin' to
help to clear up one of the roads VIII n
something quite sudden like occurred
to my moind.
81 asked Job Croft: rs the "Scotch-
man" gone up yetp'"
".No,' said somebody in the dark.
II think il was the station-master. /
had a red lamp in my hands, and off l
started to stop her. Have you ever seen
her 90 across the viaduct, sirP She
comes down the bank at sixty miles an
hour every night of her life. The in
cline falls one in seventy, sc you may
guess she's not wastin' time. She just
slips down with her fifteen coaches like
well-oiled lightin'. Well, as l wor a.
sayin'. 1 runs over the viaduct like a
1 mailman, makes my way through the
tunnel, and when I got into the cuttin'
\ the wind brought me the o of the
'Scotchman' goin' like a red-hot rocket
through Drabble Dale Station, a mile or
more off. The wind it came through
the cuttin' till I had fairly to how'd my
sen on the rails to keep mysen from be-
ing a. blown away.
wor then my lamp went out. 1t
wor blown clean out, and In no time the
'Scotchman' would be whippin' down
the hill like a havalanche of flame. /
searched my pockets for a match. In my
4 OO0u-POOhOuO hONSl % ObS tAShObSh
generally carries a box, and have done
ever since that fearful night. At last
in my waistcoat-pocket I found one
match-one match, and the wind q
BLOWN through the cuttin' as though a
funnel. I'm not a saint, sir, but l
knowed that the lives in that thunder
in express depended upon that n
match. If she went into the fouled
line she'd drop over the viaduct into
the river The perspiration covered me
with cold sweat. l could hear my heart
a thumpin.' For a moment l felt a.
dizzy like; then I pulled mysen togeth-
er and throwed my whole life into one
short prayer.
at wor all done in q moment. I
felt then in the cuttin' for a c~revice,
and, thank God! there wor a small
openin' where the fogmen shelter when
they are signalin' the trains on thick
nights. / crept in this ere place. 1
opens my lamp and put the match in
side the frame. .Itrembled lest it should
fail. But somehow l wor strangely cool
and steady about the hands. l struck
and huddled around the match. The
wick caught the fire, and l wor just in
time to Jump from the hole into the six
foot and wave the red signal to the
driver of the 'Scotchman' as she rushed
past faster than the wind. She wor
agoinI! But the driver wor on the look
out, and had seen the red light. All
could see wor the tall lamps on the rear
guards van; but I could ear the danger
whistle for all the brakes to be clapped
on. and 1 'eard EN- a grindin' on the
metals, and there wer a gratin' that
told me he wor a reversin' the ingine."
"'StoppedP"
Eyes, sir, just as she got on the edge
of the viaduct. He had her buffer
plank not three yards from where the
line wor a. fouled.
s'The sweat poured down my face as
I made for the junction again, but
knowed I'd saved the train, and
prayed again-not in words, but with a
sort of choking gratitude that came UP
in big burning Jumps IN my throat.
Some of my mates gave me this ERE
watch and chain, and I was shifted up
by the superintendent to a ganger's
Job, but I dunna take 80 much credit to
mysen, for Providence lit the match
that night in the storm.-Cdsselps Mug
Gzins.
~Ahaudnund Vascn10.