The herald., 1897-12-19

not much, nohow. Sides took too much
sand. Fore they got MORN half through
the grease the train slowed down an
stopped an begin to slide backwards.
She slid lown right smart fore they
could git her stopped on dry rails, am
then the train crew an passengers they
got out an looked to see what the matter
was.
wall, they couldn't do nothin' but git
rags an grass an weeds an wipe the
grease all often the wheels. the men
cussin' an swearin' to beat Cain. Bime
by they got things cleaned up jes as ole
Miss Neff she come drivln' long in her
OF wagin. She let on she was awful
sorry the folks had so much trouble an
wondered who could be mean enuff to
go an grease up the tracks like that
away. Well, train it got start an
crawled up over the grade, an Miss Neff
she outs with her buckets an gives 'em
another dose O. bull grease an lights out
again.
Putty soon big freight train comes
along, with two big engines haulin' it.
an a comm down grade. When she
struck the lie belt she begin to speed up,
an fore long the engineer he whistles
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slidin' down a CREASED track, an Mr..
Freight Train was likely bang an a mile
or two down the grade fore they could
stop to see what was broke. The head
engineer an the conductor they putty
near had fight then and thar. cause
the conductor he said the engineer
wasn't tendin' to his knittIn'. The en-
sineer he looked all over his machines,
but couldn't find nothin wrong with the
derned old things, 'ceptin little grease
on the big wheels, so they went along,
an reported about 1t to the head boss.
| wall, that's the way it KEEP agoln'.
Ole Miss Neff she KEEP sharp lookout an
poured lie on the troubled waters as fast
as it was wiped off, an miSed up trains
on the road SOS they couldh't do nothin'.
An when they set meYto watch, she
took her grease pots s6mewheres else
an creased fresh spot. They 'spected
the ole lady putty quick, an tried to
lletch her. but she was too cute fer 'em,
an let on she didn't know nothin' bout
who was doin' 1t. So the head boss he
come down an says, Miss Neff, he says,
| its q losin' game with the railroad, he
says. will you take hundred dollars
fer yer critter an keep our tracks free
from lie an grease?' Ole Miss Neff she
didn't let on she knowed anything tall
bout the greasin' business, an she says,
Mr.. Railroad Company, hundred an
fifty is my price, an l don't take a cent
less an call it square, So at last he
caved in an he says, If give you a
hundred an fifty dollars will you sign
a release of all claims agin the railroad
company, an agree to keep our tracks
free from grease?' No. she says, Il
don't agree to do nothin' to yer ole
tracks. Pay me- she says, pay me,
she says, she says, pay me fer my Hol-
stein bul} critter, an gin up all claims
agin' the company fer KILN the critter.
An as far as my own actions goes, I'll
promise to not put no lie nor grease on
no tracks, ner get nobody else to-,
nuther. But as fer other folks, don't
know nothin' bout no other folks deal
ems with you, an don't make no prom
ise to keep 'em off your ole tracks
1.-The head boss he lowed they wouldn't
be no trouble with nobody else, an says
If she'd agree an promise fer to not put
no more-not put no grease on the COM
panys tracks he'd gin 'er hundred an
fifty. Oh, she was a slick one-reg'lar
OIL she devil, she was"
Turning a bend in the road we saw
three gang-plows 'scratchin' tn