Waterbury evening Democrat., 1894-01-02
ACONDUCTOR'S A STORY
MONEY COULDN'T STOP THE TRAIN.
 BUT IT WAS STOPPED.

There's Grave Somewhere at the Foot of the Long Range of White Capped Noun
 tains Over Which the Trains of the Great
 Northern Crawl.
 never read or hear of the mountains lhat do not recall story told by a con- huctor of a train on the Great Northern road We were going to Butte. The train had just crossed the river at Great Falls. From that point the road begins it's eastern ascent of the range whose tops are whitened with the snow all the year round A wide plain spreads out between the line of the road and the range. AS the train was getting "a fresh hold on the rails" as one of the party expressed it, the conductor stood on the rear platform of the coach and looked steadfastly at one spot until it was lost.
 Got claim anywhere around there" asked traveller who had noticed the conductors longing look.
 "A kinder of claim, he replied. but not the kind you're thinkin of."
 How he came to tell us makes no diff ference now Here is what he told:
 Bout year ago, l think it was, young man was put on my train by the conductor who had brought him to where take it. He had been east. His folks lived down there, believe. He had been west good many years, was cowboy, then a deputy marshal, then a boss of ranch and then he got to spec ulatin in Anaconda. He had lived the sort of life out here that a man was ex- pected to live in them days, He was hard citizen and then good one. Blest if know just where he quit off, but he did. He finally got to lovin 8 girl, and just when he was havin it the wust way she ups and marries q good for nothin dude that came out here and got to clerlzin in a raghouse Then the young man that am talkin about he goes east to wear out his feelin's, reckon. And he was gone all summer. They said he was at the seaside. l thought when 1 heard that as how he would not last long. When man quits this climate to go to the seaside. there must be something mighty bad about his case. If a man can't get cured here, he needn't go any where else.
 Well, when he was put in my care there was four or five of the boys with him. They had hserd he was comin back, and they met him away down this side of St. Paul And they nursed him all the way and fed him jest as if he had been a sick girl. He was lookin out of the winder of the car all the time, day and night, but wasn't sayin nothin. When we got to Great Falls, he looked out of the car winder and smiled. It was the first time that the boys had sec him do that since they met him, and they thought he was gettin we'll He asked 'em to set him up in his berth so he could see.
 And he looked at the mountain tops out there covered with the whiteness of God, and the foot of the mountains that is washed by the purest water this side of the divide. The train was just get ting a good holt on the rails when the poor fellow sank back. and the next thing l see the boys was takin the piller out from under his head, Then l knowed it was all over. Then one of tho boys come to me and asked me if would take $1 ,000 to stop the train. told 'em couldn't do anything of thet sort. They said money was no object. Then l asked 'em what was up, and one of 'em told me that he, meanin the dead man, had made last request that he be taken from the train and buried i'll sight of the mountain that had the snow on it, the one that caught his eyes first after we had come over the river, They said they had promised him they would. l asked 'em where they would get box, and they said man as good as he was didn't need no box; that the angels would take care of him as soon as he was laid away.
 Il asked 'em what they would do if the train wasn't stopped They held a short barley and said in most respect ful way, which l understood, that they had to carry out the wishes of the de- ceased at all hazards; that they could stop the train if didn't. l understood em. pulled the cord and went for'ard, and while the engineer was mendin the locomotive, which got out of sorts jest then, the funeral procession moved out, and the dead was buried out there in full sight. It so happened that we got the locomotive fixed just as the funeral was over, and we took the pallbearers into Butte that night.
 And l never pass that spot that l don't look out there where they laid him. 1 ain't never seen any of the pallbearers since, and don't know the name of the young man that they buried. Do you know, gents, that his grave is green all the year round? l once thought of put tin up gravestone at the head, but, thinks 1, it's none of my business, and, besides, the boys said the angels was goin to to take care of his body, so thought l wouldn't be intrudin on any angels business. It was the only time, though, that my locomotive ever got anything the matter with it."-Chicago Tribune.
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