The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1884-11-19
THE ENRAGED BULL.
An Incident Connected with Rallroadlns
In Old Mexico.
[Cor. Express. Journal. !

An Incident Connected with Rallroading
in Old Mexico.
[Cor Express.Journal,l
A new railroad was in process of con.
struction, and pass was secured, per-
hitting me to ride on the engine, and ]
reached the end Of the grade in the after
noon. Nearly score of "Greasers"
claimed passage on the engine and tender,
and clustered like flies to the machine,
though repeatedly warned away. As II
was, the cow-catcher was covered with
them, and we slid out into the cleaning
with all our passengers in front instead OF
behind the engine. The flreman's seat
above and to the left Of the furnace door,
was given to me-a warm location. The
sun went down, and into the darkness tho
headlight threw saffron CLEAN over tho
rails, followed by ruddy glow, and then
broad shaft OF light projected far in adj
vance. The red faded out Of the sky, and
we sped into the dismal depths with rattle
and roar that silenced us all, and with
jolting and crashing that necessitated firm
grip on some support. At intervals OF
three or four minutes the active fireman
swung open the furnace door with bang,
and shoveled into its fiery throat fresh
fuel for its insatate NAV. Not word
was spoken, but at nod from the engineer
the assistant attended TO his duties like an
automatOn-first, to turn a cock and let tho
kissing steam full into our faces; then to
pull the bell-rope; next to run out to trim
the headlight, and ever and again to jerk
open the changing door and rake up the
almost molten mass of living Goals
within. With one hand on tho lever the
engineer peered out into the Illuminated
space ahead-to him familiar ground, but
to me mysterious and unknown.
"That's the talk" chuckled the engineer,
as Roadway was gained and we were DASH
ing down the track at tremendous speed.
"Just hear her now! Did you ever no.
tice, young man, that an ingine can talkI
Well, she can. Didn't you hear her puff,
and grunt, like human, as we started of!
'Oh, pshawr she begins, what d'you
wantg what d'you wanty, choo, choo,
chose! ah, here goes here you go! now
you have it! now you have itI How is
B
10 her! Break her heart! break her back!
break her
Jerusalem. Jim, look ahead! See
that Internal old bull ON the track,
right between the rails, and head on.
Jim, can't stop her Blamed II the old
woman don't mean fight! She means to
knock the stuirin' out of that BULL Heaven
help them Greasers on the cow-catcher! !
Hold ON to something, boys! She will
fight Dog-gonc her old heart, but she's
a bantamw
The lever swung over the entire arc of
the gauge, and the steam hssed in a
volume through the open throttle, but
the contrary old engine, though tremb-
ling and sobbing with the strain, shook
her nailed sides, "takins the bits in her
teeth" and leaving our driver aghast.
"Santa Maria! Somos perdidos! We're
lost !" walled the despairing Mexicans.
"Guess they be-" muttered the fireman;
"and | wouldn't want TO insure our
own
Crash!
The foes had met. The bull, oh, where
was hei Ask the remains that now be-
strewed the track. Ask the sturdy old en-
gine, now come to a halt, her CORY front in
tact, and who was now snorting defiance
and victory.
! And the Mexicansy
"Jiml look down ahead and see'f she's
hurt. Hokeyl amt 1t darkW
Jim jumped through the cab window
and ran ahead. AS he did so he stumbled
over body, and another, and three white
forms came out of the gloom to meet him
"Guess it's all right" he shouted back.
"What! amt she damaged bit"
"Kind o. bloody nm battered, but fresh
as a daisy. She amt lost even tooth"
"Ain't she a tearer"
"You bet"
"Well, come up. Any Greasers killedp
"Guess not; seem to be all here"
"Any damaged!"
"Don't seem to be"-after hurried
questioning. "You see, three Of ZEN
jumped, and t'other two crawled up just IL
time to save their shins."
"Is that soI Didn't know Greaser coult
be so spry. did kind of hope-but NJ
matter; 'spose II would a-gone wuss will
US II we laid out any one. There'll be I
row about that old Dull, as It's; and they'll
bring bill Of 500 for his carcass; and I'm
ready to swear that them Greasers ar,
drivin' 'em up on the track as fast as | caI
run 'em off But she just dispersed ole