The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1886-06-30
THE ENRAGE0 BULL.
An Incident Connected with RailrOsd1ng
in Old Mexico.

An Incident Connected With RallrOSd1ng
in Old Mexico.
CCor. Express Journal
A new railroad was in process of con-
struction, and a pass was secured, per-
uniting me to ride on the engine, and l
reached the end of the grade in the after
noon. Nearly a score of "Greasers"
claimed passage on the engine and tender,
and clustered like dies to the machine,
though repeatedly warned away. As it
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 freman'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 the
headlight threw a saffron CLEAN over the
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 a
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 a bang,
and shoveled into it's fiery throat fresh
fuel for its insatiate NAV. Not a word
was spoken, but at nod from the engineer
the assistant attended to his duties like an
automaton-first, to turn cock and let the
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 the 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 talk?
Well, she can. Didn't you hear her puff
and grunt, like human, as we started off?
ooh, pshawv she begins, what d'you
want? what d'you want?, choo, choo
chose! ah, here goes here you go! now
you have it! now you have it? How is
that? how is that? Give it to her! give it
to her! Break her heart! break her back!
break her
"JerusaIem Jim, look ahead! See
that Internal old bull on the track,
right between the rails, and head on.
Jim, can't stop her! Blamed if the old
woman don't mean fight! She means to
knock the stuffin' out of that bull Heaven
help them Greasers on the Ow-catcheri
Hold on to something, boys She will
fghtl Dog-gone her old heart, but she's
a bantamw
The lever swung over the entire arc of
the gauge, and the steam Kissed in a
volume through the open throttle, but
the contrary old engine, though tremb-
ling and sobbing with the strain, shook
her nailed sides, taking 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 1 wouldn't want to insure our
own
Crash!
The foes had met. The bull, oh, where
was he? Ask the remains that now be-
strewed the track. Ask the sturdy old en-
CINE, now come to halt, her CORY front in
tact, and who was now snorting defiance
and victory.
And the Mexicans?
"Jim look down ahead and sect she's
hurt. Hockey! amt it dark"
Jim jumped through the cab window
and ran ahead. As he did so he stumbled
over a 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 an battered, but fresh
as a daisy. She amt lost even tooth"
"Ain't she a tearer?"
'You bet"
"Well, come up. Any Greasers killed."
"Guess not; seem to be all here"
"Any damagedE"
Don't seem to be''-after a hurried
questioning. "You see, three of 'em
jumped, and t'other two crawled up just in
time to save their shins."
as that so? Didn't know a Greaser could
be so spry. did kind of hope-but no
matter; 'spose it would a-gone wuss with
US if we laid out any one. There'n be a
row about that old pull, as tits; and they'll
bring bill of $50 for his carcass; and Pm
ready to swear that them Greasers are
drivin' 'en up on the track as fast as can
run 'em off! But she just dispersed old
toro. didn't She Jim?D