Santa Fe daily New Mexican., 1896-11-07

ming through the suburbs OF big city,
and was wondering all the time when
we would come to the town. but finally l
realized that it was impossible to keep time
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 now mad
vertently exposed to the breeze, snapped
and blew away, and saw that the gold of
the hunting case was beginning to flake
off, so 1 put it in my pocket to save the
rest of it.
knew 1t was not yet two hours since
we left London, and to my astonishment
spied the spires of Glasgow. l recognized
the place because was born there.
''That can't be Glasgow, 1 shouted to
Swipes. ''If it is, we have travelled some
thing like 200 miles an hour, and the Lord
only knows what speed we attained in
making UP for the time when we were
crawling on at 20 and 80"
"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 en-
gine, and all at once he yelled back at us:
II can't stop her, sirp'
Heavens and earthr said I. "What is
to be done?'
~ don't know" said Swipes. cts my
own fault told Peter in the hearing 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 401.5 miles
to Glasgow, and I'll bet you that brute is
bound to do the other 100 miles tonight,
even if she has to do it ON the highway.
The railway stops at Glasgow, and l don t
know what's going to happen"
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
streets, and SO we went at the rate of "a. rs
miles an hour up the main thoroughfare Of
Glasgow and finally struck the north road
for the Highlands.
When we got about 80 miles on the main
road from Glasgow, sometimes slowing
down to So miles an hour, on the hills,
Peter, with white face, turned to us and
shouted:
My God sir, we're on. the Craigenput-
toch Loeb road, and the Craigenputtoch
loch is at the end Of it, about SO miles
ahead"
How far is it from LondonS" yelled
Swipes, putting his hands beside his mouth
to make the sound carry.
The middle Of Craigenputtoch loch is
just $40 miles from London and it is over
1000 feet deep in the middle" shouted
Peter
"Thats where she's making for" cried
Swipes unbuckling the straps and clinging
to the stool.
Jump, Peter, jump" cried Swipes as
he threw off the straps.
Peter did SO, and cut the strap that
held me. Instantly we were all-Peter,
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 completed it's $40 mile race
and used up the fraction by sinking 1000
feet to the bottom.
Luckily none of us was hurt in the
slightest, with the exception that Swipes
sustained a compound fracture of the thigh
Peter had both arms broken, Jones had all
his ribs and one ankle smashed, while
had my veracity sprained so badly that no
one has ever been able to believe word I
have uttered ince.-Detroit Free Press