The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1896-04-09

ym11c0 IN nOuF, UUo - 80 Aoko oAsOk<i
train has attained spesd Of oaS
6wipes yelled TO Peter - well - he
could to give her more spsed. because
IL she didn't put In her BEST liclSs now |
what could we expect when we came 10
the high grounds and the stiff grados
of the midlands? This shouting Of
ISwipes, however, had no effect. be-
cause we were going 30 fast that his
words never reached Peter, who stood
with his hand ON the lever, watching
lgrimly the track In 'front.' Az Swipea
continued to shout out the mile posts,
I cried:
Hold on, it's the telegraph poles you
are counting"
"No. It isn't" he replied, ''it's the
mile posts"
Nonsense" cried. "At that rate
we are going at the rate of 1913 miles an
hour"
"a hundred and eight it is then." he
said. "Stoke her up, Peter"
I then called the general managers
attention to the fact that it was not
etiquette to tell an engine driver TO
"stoke up." as that duty was per-
formed by Billy Jones. He apparently
learned for the first time that engin-
eers do not do their own stoking, and
he thanked me for the information. At
last the mile stones passed so rapidly
that Swipcs could not keep track OF
them, so we abandoned the attempt to
count them and took only the stations.
as we had q record of the distance be-
7 1,x, a lr n q n
calculation between two stations that
we were going at the rate OF 160.45 all
hour, and my hair would have stood on
end were it not for the fact that 1t was
standing straight out behind. The
oscillation was somewhat dreadful, and
once realized with horror as we swung
around a curve that all four wheels
were off the track, and that we were
flying in mid-air; luckily, however, tho
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 were running through
the suburbs of a big city, and was won
,dering all the time when we would come
to the town, but finally realized that
lit was impossible to keep time with my
lexcellent 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
I now inadvertently exposed to the
breeze. snapped and blew away. and I
saw that the gold of the hunting case
was beginning to fake off, SO I put it
in my pocket to save the rest Of 1t. ]
knew it was not yet two hours since we
left London, and to my amazement I
spied the spires Of Glasgow. I recog-
nized the place because I was born there.
"That can't be Glasgow" I shouted
to Swipes. "If it is we have Travelled
something like 200 miles in an hour.
and the Lord only knows what speed
I'VE attained in making up for the time
when we were crawling on At 70 and
80"
"That's Glasgow all right enough -
said Swipes. Then he yelled TO Peter:
"For heavens sake, shut of steam!
Don't you see where we are?'
But Peter was struggling with his
engine, and all at once he yelled back
at us:
II can't stop her, sirl"
Heavens and oarth," said I. 'eWhat
is to be done?"
81 don't know" said Swipes. 'Tt's
ing of the engine, and she is one Of the
'cutest engines ON the road, that we
were bound to break the American
record, which is $40 miles. You see, It's
only 4O1.5 miles to Glasgow, and I'll bel
you that brute is bound to do the other
109 miles tonight, even if she has to dc
it on the highway. The railway stops
at Glasgow, and don't know what's
going to happen"
AS he concluded the sentence there
was q crash and bang, and the next
moment we were In the principal street
of Glasgow tearing along the rails ot
the street car line. Luckily, the same
law being in force as was in London
nobody was out on the streets, and 81
we went at the rate of S4.75 miles al
hour up the main thoroughfare of Glas
gov and finally struck the north roaG
for the Highlands. Peter was strug
Cling all the time with his engine. bu
could not make any progress in his en-
deavor to stop her.
When we got about so miles on th'
main road from Glasgow, sometimes
slowing down to 63 miles an hour, OF
the hills, Peter with white face turned
toward us and shouting:
my God, sir, we're on the Craigneput
.toch Loeb road, and the Crnigpcputtocl
Loch is at the end of it about 90 mile
ahead"
"How far is it from London ?" yelle,
Swipes, putting his hands beside hi
mouth 10 make the sound carry.
"The middle of Craigneputtoch Loci
is just $40 miles from London, and it I
over 1000 feet deep in the middle.
shouted Peter.
There's where she's making for,
cried Swipes, unbuckling the straps ant
} clinging to the stool.
The hills now rose grandly around u