The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-10-27
PASSING OF THE LOCOMOTIVE.
Old and Young Like TO Stand and
see the Fiery steed Go By.
From the New York Press.

From the New York Press.
don't know how ! shall feel when there
are no more steam locomotives on our
railroads. There is no finer sight in the
world TO yOungster than a "bullgine'
flying along. vomiting fire and smoke,
with clouds of white steam en-
veloping the cars and the earth
trembling with the vibrations of
tne exhaust oh. how I used to love it,
I've had a Thousand lickings about the
buuglne. I couldn't help slipping off to
the track and laying my ear on the track
70 see II 1 could hear her roll. could tell
yust now Tar OF she was. Then, If had
time, L put few bent pins on the track
ana hurried under the culvert to let the
tram pass over me. After she had passed
DX crawled out and picked up the pins,
an mashed nat. Some of them We're for
swords ana some for daggers. Some were
crossed and mashed together to make cru
CIiAeS LOT old Aunt France, my nurse,
VINO had learned to be a Catholic. She
cOulun lick me when / gave her one, and
l seldom neglected her. The bUllgine was
a great thing in my life l can never for
get the awe with which l regarded the
hrst one that came to our town.
remember when my old father settled
uOWn IN quiet little village greatly to
the disgust of my mother, who wanted to
llNe IN the city. His front piazza over
looked the railroad. and he found much
consolation sitting there watching the
cars go by. Every time a train passed he
would say to himself Just loud enough for
me 70 catch It: twenty-five cents!" L
asked MIN one day what he meant by 1t,
ana ne said II was worth a quarter to see
a train pass. AS about forty passed every
Jay Jay ne lett that he was getting pretty good
interest on his investment. One of our
nelghDorS, an innocent country
man. drove to the station to
see The the kyars. and some of
tne wicked boys persuaded him to get
ABOARD and take ride. A few miles
GOWN the road there was a high deck
brldge over which the trains passed, and
foil .rs,frr Il -,
Ialied 70 see the ground and the woods on
eIther side, he tainted away. When he
lame 10 the train was dashing through a
t9nnel. The first question he asked was:
stranger, Is the blamed thing lit yet?''
lie, honestly believed he had been flying.
nave yet to see the first man or wO-
man VINO does not like to see the cars 20
by. 1 don't believe it possible to look at
an engine without feeling a sort of thrill
1 mean an engine in motion. That was
indeed a bold Sioux who tried to lasso
one-ln fact, he did lasso it, poor devil
ana was 1erked into the hereafter 1t
was the quickest and most unexpected
illght TO the happy hunting grounds ever
heard Of in the Sioux camp Even now.
IN the evening of life. I like to stand on
an elevated station at night and see the
bullgtne of my youth come roaring M.
| her two big red eyes flashing fire and
great pillows of blue smoke rolling out of
ner mouth. Sometimes her eyes are green.
L VIII not care to stand there and look
when the bullgine gives place to the cleo
| trlc motor. that has neither life nor ma
Jesty. The schedule on our home road
was twenty miles an hour and no more.
l never rode behind old Bob Hardin that
something didn't happen to the engine SO
| that ne could get under her and pretend
70 hammer and twist till he got away be-
nlnd time and then tried to make it up.
| II was our only chance to get a fast run
Tor our money. / should like to be an
| engineer. 1t is the finest kind of manual
| labor. l should like to run an engine be-
| tween here and Philadelphia with moth
ing in front of me but the track Eighty
miles an hour? I'd make it $50 if / could
board fence. You have heard of the ship
| that moved and glided and seemed to feel
the thrill of life along her keel? Well
hand on the throttle and pull her wide
| ODeni Great ScOtfl