The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1890-04-02
TALE OF THE LOST EXTRA.
A SUSPICIOUS YARN OF RAILROAD
ING IN THE NORTHWEST.


An Operator Received Orders to Look Out
FOR an Extra" That Never Arriyed-An
Old Farmer Furnishes cIew, but 1t
Was Never Fully Worked Out.
Eyes, that's considerable Of story, if
it's true; but you can calculate with q
wonderful degree of accuracy that any
thing a printer says Is considerably
warped. Now / think can see you and
go you a few better In the story line, and
what / am going to tell you is absolutely
true"
twas picturesque group Of old timers
The Hawkeye reporter had stumbled on
In the course of a news gathering ramble
down in the 80" yards. They were
seated about an old stove in the round
house, and had been swapping various
railroad experiences. The conversation
had drifted around to snow blockades in
the west. The reporter had just finished
an elaborate account OF his experiences
In bloceade on the Rockies which called
forth the above remarks from one of the
old engineers whom we will call Higbie,
out of respect to his feelings.
The reporter hastily sharpened fresh
lead pencil and selected fresh spot ON
his cuff. Eligible knocked the ashes from
his cigar and continued:
THE EXTRA" ANNOUNCED.
"It happened this way. was doing
night duty for Bob Carew at Little JIM
vile, fifty miles west of Limestone, on
the Northwestern. It was during the
winter of 1678-79, and of all the dreary
places Jimville was the dreariest in win
ter time. 1t had been raining and snow
Ing and sleeting all that week, and the
ground was covered with sheet of ice
Night operating is nothing to passionate
ly long for. prefer hod carrying. /
sat in the desolate box of a depot, the
cold winter wind howled around the
corners with drearisomeness and rat
tied and slammed the shutters in a way
that would give some people fit of the
blue shivers. But had got used to that,
so didn't mind 1t much. / had stirred
up the fire. for it was bitterly cold out
side, with the frost an inch thick on the
windows, and sat watching the flames
flash and roar up the chimney. must
have fallen asleep, for soon began to
hear tne most internal racket, like death
dancing double shuttle on the roof, and
l started up with a jerk that nearly dis
located my backbone, to find the train
dispatcher calling me. answered and
received the following order,
Hold No. 3 till extra passes you
"Just then I heard the whistle of the
passenger. 1t was 1890 when I side
tracked here. At 10:45 received dis
patch from Bunker HilI saying that the
extra had just pulled out. It would
probably take her thirty minutes to make
the run from Bunker Hill. waited
11:80, no extra; 10, no extra. What
could it mean? / telegraphed to Bunker
Hill and received the following:
Extra left here at 10:4e O. k
"The train could be heard from no
s,pl,Ase aiaa ..is...ss 4i> ii..s--I a.aaisa ai.a
section hands and sent them over the
track to Bunker Hill to see IL they could
find anything of the extra. At $50 re-
ceived a dispatch from them at Bunker
Hill:
+" Track clear. No trace of extra.
Before could express my astonish-
ment was joined by the conductor of
No. 8, who was swearing fiuently.
"'What does 1t mean, Higher he
asked.
81 was nonplussed, but finally told
him to pull cautiously down to Bunker
Hill, and IL he saw nothing to go on as
usual, and make up as much time as
possible. At3;40 l received the follow
Ing from the conductor at Bunker Hill:
"'Just arrived. Gould find nothing Of
extra
81 ordered O track walker to search
closely between Jimville and Bunker
Hill. He found nothing except what
looked like traces of the train having
jumped the track. But nothing further.
THE FARMERS STORY.
"Days passed into weeks, until the
weary months dragged their slow lengths
along, leaving the tantalizing mystery
wrapped In still more impenetrable
gloom, until one day an old farmer
drifted into the depot and asked II had
been losing any trains lately. For the
old man chuckled, Il saw one runnin'
round loose last winter. 1t ran up to my
farm yard and the engineer axed me II
he might fill his biler tank at my well. l
said he might and got him bucket.
After he had filed up he axed me the
road to the nearest town, borried chaw
o. tobacky and lit out. never seed him
sence,' and the honest farmer shuffied
away.
"Well, that was three years ago. 1
have not seen the lost extra, but have
heard from it several times. 1t was seen
by belated hunter one stormy night,
when 1t rushed by him like the wind, its
headlight cleaning like the evil eye OF
some demon. Others have heard its I'M
earthly shrek mingling with the howl
ing storm. Sometimes 1t startled the
lonely farmer in the dead Of night, when
the engineer win ask permission TO take
water, and inquire the direction TO the
nearest town. 1t Is seldom seen by rail-
road men, who call it the Flying Dutch
man of the plains, and consider 1t an
evil omen when seen by one of them. 1t
is said that poor Billy Yates saw the
specter train coming down the track
Just before he struck the broken rail
that hurled him and two others into
eternity"
Higbie threw the stub of his cigar into
the stove and ceased talking. There was
dreary silence for few moments, and
then tall, gaunt fguro arose out Of the
shadow in the corner and remarked In a
sepulchral voice:
~ believe that's prevarication."-
Burlington Hawkeye.
A Michigan postmaster has been so
pestered by young mon gossiping with
his pretty female clerks that he has
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