The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1894-06-02

to the casing of the cab as if he pur-
posed to take 1t into eternity with him.
But Wind was enough to give man
new courage. The pinched look had
gor e out of his face. and his expression
was steadfast and composed. His eyes,
wide and steady, were fixed on the
plupging monster behind, and the hand
that grasped the throttle was instinct
with nervous force and readiness.
There were only fifty yards between us
and the cars now, and rapidly decreas-
ing. Nearer and nearer it came, until
it seemed as if it must leap and hnrl US
from the track. We were on small
embankment now. caught CLINT OF
water below, and wondered vaguely If
one,s body could be recovered there.
Then something flashed past me, there
was yell-and there were only two OF
US in the clb. Old 100 at the same In
slant leaped forward out of danger.
But two wrinkles appeared on Winds
forehead.
+ "Let her out too quick he shouted.
Jim jumped and shook me up. Well
have to try her again. Hope jim struck
the water
"When heard that we were going
to get in the way of that mountain slide
again felt like a man who had been
invited to catch a cannon ball in his
teeth. wanted to jump If I'd only
dared, but there was no water below
now; only hard ground. Moreover,
was wasting time in thinking out
chances that might be my last moments
for prayer and repentance, and that
train was coming down on us again.
This time I shut my eyes and pulled
myself into heap. AS nearly as / can
remember huddled up, with the idea
that l would prefer to be found in one
piece after the crash, rather than In
disintegrated sections. Anyway, did
not open my eyes until felt sharp
lar, and then that heavenly spring and
bound out of danger again. The train
had touched us, but so quick and ready
was the engineers pull of the throttle
that he had brought us away again
and a second, the fractional part of
second, too soon. His face was red
with anger when I opened my eyes
again and looked around me.
"Too quick again, by - he
shouted hoarsely. It's now or never
this time. pll stop her now or we'll all
be in the ditch
sIt Is now or never without doubt,
for we could see the curve ahead, and
not far ahead at the sixty.mile clip we
we're going. Wind slowed up sharp,
and shall never forget my feelings as
the cars bore down on US. This time l
could not shut my eyes. The fassina'
ton of imminent death held them on
the laundering mass behind.
".Brace yourself aud hang on,
shouted Wind, as he felt for brace
with his feet and gripped the throttle
80 tight that the muscles stosd ont like
cords on his arms.
"'Shall jump?' I called to him, but
the words choked me as they came. He
didn'd hear them. The next instant
he sprang to his feet, threw the throttle
wide open, and suddenly went up in the
air and turned over toward the boiler
as the bump came. That was all I saw
I heard a terrific crash and felt myself
whirled out of the cab and through the
air. The whole universe whirled about
me and then closed in, and ] struck
My teeth gritted out sharp, bright
flames that flashed back and forth
through my head. Then came. black
ness.
"For five days lay and watched pom
derous trains, miles in length, thun
dering down illimitable slopes at in
comprehensive speed in pursuit of :
pigm7 man, myself, in an insignifican,
locomotive. Then recovered consci
BUSINESS and shook the left hand o.
Engineer Wind, his right arm being in .
sling. He had hung TO his throttle and
had been hurled heels over head agains,
the boiler and pretty badly battered up
but had slowed up the. train so that II
made the viaduct curve successful lily
as for me, had brought up against :
timber head foremost, but got off easy
with no other injuries than my scalI
wound and slight conclusion OF tn.
BRAIN"
The fireman? Did he get out alive9'
ooh, yes; he struck the water al
right. Wasn't even bruised; just red
dened up bit on the skin. Found on,
it was good fishing there, went bacl
the next week and caught some pick
erel, and has been going there eve,
since. Cool hand, that Jim-after h
got out of the engine"
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