The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1896-04-09

I@lOaEaeIeF3 as Wen DIS he could, to give:
her more speed, because il she didn't
put in her best ticks now, that could
we expect when we came to the high
grounds and the stiff glades Of the
lSlnidlands. This shouting Of SWipes.
E.hoWeyer. had no effect, because we
We're going so fast that his words
never reached Peter, who stood with
his hand on the lever watching grim
IL the track in front. IS SMiDes con.
tinued to Shout out the mile-posts. /
cried
| Hold on, it's the telegraph poles
you are .countingf'
o, it isn't he replied, sits the.
| mile-posts. = g
IN onsense!' I cried. ssAt that rate
we are going at the rate of one hum
dred and eight miles an hour,
"A hundred and eight it is, them he
said. Stoke her UP Peter
then called the general managers
attention to the fact that it was not
etiquette to tell an engine driver to
.sstoke up" as that duty was per-
formed by Billy Jones. He apparent.
ly learned for the first time that en-
gineers do not, do their own stocking,
and he thanked me for the informa-
ton. At last the mile-stones passed so
rapidly that Swipes could not keep
track of them; SO we abandoned the
attempt to count them and took; only
the stations, as we had a record of dis
lance between them. saw now. by
making a calculation between two sta
tons, that we We're going at the rate
Of 160.45 miles an hour, and my hair
would have stood on end if it We're not
for the fact that is was standing
G FRO ifrbf on hn1o ind N1,o- ILL:
was something dreadful and once
realized with horror, as we swung
around curve, that all four wheels
We're off the track, and that we were
flying in mid-air; luckily, however, the
| wheels came down on the rails and all
was well once more. BY this time the
stations passed us in one continuous
streak. as. if we We're running through
the suburbs of a big city, and l was
wondering all the time when we would
come to the town; but finally realized
that it was impossible to keep time,
even with my excellent watch and so
we would have to lump the thing by
calculating how long it took us to come
from London to Glasgow. The lid Of
my watch, which had, inadvertent-
ly, exposed to the breeze, snapped and
blew away, and I saw that the gold Of
the hunting case was beginning to
flake off, so put it in my pocket to
save the rest Of it. i knew it was
not yet two hours since we left Lon
don, and, to my amazement, I spied
the spires of Glasgow. recognized
the place, because was born there.
THAT can't be Glasgow I shouted
to Swipes. eff it is, we have travelled
something like two hunded miles an
hour land the Lord only knows what
speed we attained in making up for
lost time when we were crawling on
at seventy and eighty
That's Glasgow, all right enough"
said swipes. Then he yelled to Peter.
! ''For heavens sake, shut off steam!
Don't you see where we are?'
But Peter was struggling with his
engine, and all At once he yelled back
at us:
Il can't stop her, STRIP 4a.s7
Heavens and earthW said T. 'What
is to lie done:'' *
II don't know" said Swipes. Its
my own fault. I told Peter, in the.
hearing of the engine, and she u.s. one
| of the cutest engines on the road, tthat
we were bound to break the Ameri-
can record, which is five hundred and
ten miles. You see, it's only four hun
dred and one miles, decimal five, to
! Glasgow, and I'll bet you that brute
of an engine is bound to do the other
one hundred and nine miles tonight,
even il she has to do it on the high
way. The railroad stops at Glasgow,
and don't know what's going to hap
pen"
AS he concluded the sentence there
was crash and a bang, and the next
moment we were in the principal.
street of Glasgow, tearing along the
! rails Of the street car line. Luckily,
the same law being in force as was in
London, nobody was. out on the street,
and so we went at the rate of S4.75
miles an hour up the main thorough
! fare OF Glasgow, and finally struck
the north road for the Highlands. Pc.
ter was struggling all the time with
the engine, but could make no progress
| in his endeavor to stop her.
When we got about fifty miles on
the main road from Glasgow, some
times slowing down to 63 miles an
| hour, on the hills, Peter, with white
my God, sir, we're on the Craigne-
puttoch Loeb road, and the Graigne-
puttoch Loeb is at the end Of it, about
fifty miles ahead,
GLOW far is it from London?' yelled
Swipes, putting his hands beside his
mouth to make the sound carry.
'.The middle of Craigneputtoch Loeb
is just five hundred and ten miles
from London, and it's over a thousand
feet deep in the middle" shouted Pc
| ter.
That's where she's making for!v'
cried Swipes, unbuckling the straps
and clinging to the stool.
The hill snow rose grandly around
us in the darkness and we saw the
black waters Of the loch
1 Jump, Peter, jump" cried Swipes,
as he threw off the straps.
Peter did so, and 1 cut the strap that
held me. Instantly we were all-Pe-
| ter the stoker, Swipes and myself
lying on the hillside on the heather.
The doomed train plunged right into
the center of the lake. 1t had COM
I. pleted it's 51O-mile race. and used up
the fraction by sinking thousand
/ feet to the bottom.
Luckily, none Of us were hurt in. the
slightest, with the exception that
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