The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1897-11-10
HIS HAIR WAS WHITE.
The Thrilling Story of How it Turned.
NeaD York Sun.

upon the west slope of Marshall Pass.
The food rushed down narrow gulch
and tore away about so feet Of the
railroad track. The New England
excursion train had to be backed down
to sargents, at the foot Of the hill,
and held there until the road could be
repaired. There was absolutely no
amusement for the excursicnist save
what they could make for themselves,
and yet one heard no complaint.
Nobody threatened to sue the company
or send in bill for the extra meal OF
mountain trout that they were COM
PEELED to take because Of the Washout.
''These Yankee tourists" said the
old engineer, ':have moh patience an
less pocket money than any class Of
people undeh tn sun.
A couple of gentlemen came over to
the little roundhouse, walking with
their hands behind them, looking at
the locomotives that stood steaming
in front of the house waiting for or
ders. Upon the pilot of one of the
engines white-haired man in overalls
sat smoking cigar.
"Good evening"" said one Of the
tourists. :
ssGood evening"" responded the en-
gineer.
ri suppose y said the New England
sr, putting clean tan boot upon the
nose of the pilot, "that you have been
in a close place sone time"
"Well. I can't say that l have, .
said the man in overslls.
II see that your hair is white, and
yet you are younger man than !
am"
"Oh!" said the engineer, a little
embarrassed, 81 got that in the COS,
long before I commenced railroadin'. y
"I see, 7 see, said the excursion
list, showing still greater interest.
"At Gettysburg, perhaps .
''It was going home from Gettys,
burg" said the engine driver, glanc,
ing at his right hand, that had q
deep dimple in the thick of the
thumb.
II went home, also, after Gettys,
burg said the Yankee, and the two
men looked at each other fer mo,
ment in silence.
The fireman brought cushion from
the cab, threw it upon the pilot, and
the engineer motioned the men to
seat.
"Well, there was good many went
home from Gettysburg said the en-
gineer, with the hard pedal or
''home. y
The Yankee nodded in silence. o.
course, each knew by the other S &C
cent that they had fought there face
to face and not side by side.
Gone of your fellows did me NEAR
little trick down there said the ex
cursionist.
"Well, if it comes to that, damned
Yankee poked his bayonet through my
hand" said the engineer, for he hae
to swear when ne talked.
':And, seeing that you were unarm
ed, made you a prisoner, when ht
might have killed you
eyes, [ had been hit on the heat
with spent piece of she'll or some
thing heavy enough to knock ME out
When I came to and staggered to m!
feet this Yankee made run at MI
an I had to give up"
'tWell, sab, I watched my chances
and hit him a crack under the eah
grabbed his gun an when he started
to get up laid the barrel across hi
head and left him there, when Nigh
have killed him
:Aud here, said the exoursionist
removing his travelling cap, lis tn
scar yu gave him.
Can here's the max Of yo' bayc
net, said the engineer, wiggling hi
thumb. .
The two men shook hands. Th
tourist returned to his sleeper, bu
came back again presently with hal
dozen friends. The Yankee produce
well-fHed cigar case, planted him
self at the side Of the engineer, an
asked him to tell how his hair happen
ed to be white.
"Well, sab, said the engine man
''it's that damn silly that I have neva'
told it."
"But you must-you could not re
fuse an old cemrade," said the Yan
kee, laughing heartily.
"After the scrap" said the vi,
ginian, whose accent must now be in