The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1897-11-28
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short of a mile. So when High Henry
Bradenburg came sailing down the hill
one afternoon, beneath a mackeTel sky,
the Italians waited until he was close
upon them, and then put themselves in
the inches in the wall. One of the gang,
a short. fat fellow, stayed upon the
track until High Henry pulled the
whistle. and then made a dive for his
hole. His big boot being balled with
snow, slipped and he was not able to
get in to clear, and the pillow, being eX-
ira wide, gathered him up and put him
over the telegraph poles and down the
mountain in about Is feet of SNOW, and
he went to the bottom. The rest stood
back in their inches, the wide plow
planed off the walls, damned the sur
plus snow in on top Of the Italians, and
left the face of the two walls smooth
and white. 1t was with difficulty that
some of the men fought out, and helped
the others. Dana re Jar" said the
men, when they are all out, for Ter
rance Murphy, the walking boss, was
laughing in his hand.
Where is Anton?' demanded one of
the italians, and Torrance pointed with
his thumb toward the bottom of the
gulch.
A half hour later they brought the
daring Italian out as good as new, but
they refused to work another lick that
day. Torrance threatened, but it was of
no use, the men went swearing to their
huts. That night, being Saturday, they
got very drunk and came up to the
water tank to fiag the snow plow,
which they knew would be coming up
the hill ahead of %. They We're armed
with clubs and stones, that could be
seen, and knives and reVOlVerS that
could not be seen. Torrance Murphy
saw them gathering about the tank,
where y would stop for water, and
guessed the cause of it. With the help
Of his cook he put a push car, with a
handspike bent above one wheel for
a brake, on the track, and Slid down
the mountain to the nearest telegraph
Office. He tagged High Henry and told
him what was on his mind Henry was
for stopping and fighting the thing out
with the agents rifle and 45 that he
carried in the box, for he had a heap
of sand. Also he had orders to run to
the top of the hill regardless and he
never had an order that he failed to
fill FINAL, he agreed not to stop, but
as he came near the tank where the
italians stood in line on either side of
the track, he opened the cylinder cocks,
so that the steam, coming out on the
cold air. blinded the highwaymen. He
also opened the overflow from the in
jector, on his side and the fireman took
the hot water hose with which he wet
the coal. and then they ran for the
snow brigade.
Being cocksure the engine would stop
some of the men stood on the track be-
yond the tank and got off barely in
time TO save their lives. The stream 81
hot water-hot enough to scare. but not
to scald-l1it the men in the face and
soaked them in the neck, and sent them
in confusion down the dump High
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them with Jumps Of coal, and scattered
them from the right Of way.
That was the end of the first trouble
at Shawana. but with a gang like that
full of fight and f1reWater, there was
sure to be more.
When spring came the company be-
gan to cut Off the corners and fill in
the curves, in order to straighten out
the track, for at that time there were
not three straight rails together on the
hill
1t was good to have something for
Torrance and his braves to do in sum-
mer, so as to have them when the snow
came again; so now they went to work
to straighten the track. Things went
fairly smooth until Kelly came down
with his ferries, who had nothing to do
above, but you can't sniH Ireland and
Italy.
one of Kelly's men and this same An
tome who fooled with the snoWplow
got mixed UP one day, and the Irish
man hit the Italian properly enough
as an Irishman should hit, with his
fist: whereupon Antoine pulled a cary
ing knife from his high boot and be-
gan carving Jerry. Then all the Jer-
ries Joined. and there was q fight Eight
Irishmen and 80 Italians, one of the
latter with a long knife, could put up
a jolly row in short order. They fought
with picks, rocks, crowbars clubs and
spades. Nobody could tell how the fight
would end, for the Irish fight we'll with
clubs, but Torrance, hearing t%e rum
pus came out of his tent with two
guns, fired a few menacing shots over
the heads of the rowdies and ended the
row.
About the time the walking boss be-
gan to breathe easy, Antoine, watching
his chance, rushed at the foreman with
a pick handle, for the foreman had ia
Antoine's knife away.
Torrance tugged at his six-shooter
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