The daily morning journal and courier., 1900-05-28

lowed him. One morning, standing in the gangway between the cab and tank he threw a tire and broke a side rod.
 The whipping of the rod and the jolt
 ing of the tireless wheel threw him from his engine and he was severely injured. He recovered from his in-
 juries, was given still another engine
 and stil his misfortunes pursued him.
 He quit the road some 20 years ago
 and went to the Flint and Pere Mar
 quette in Michigan, where he has had
 continuous run of prosperity and good luck, never has even so much as
 slipped an eccentric, to use his own
 words, since he changed roads.
 Before the time of the Brotherhood of Locomotive Engineers, men used to run the railroads in their own way,
 the officers were absolute dictators, dominating the men to excessive labor and to the enlargement of their lives and the company's properties. In my personal experience" said one of the party, T remember a hairbreadth es- cape on the Detroit, Toledo division of
 the Michigan Southern road I had just got in with my train from Gosnen on the air line, it being the fifth day day and night for myself and the whole crew on the road without sleep, save cat-naps caught on the sidings at meet ing points. l was told that l must be ready to leave in an hour for Detroit
 Il went to old man Hardy, who was master mechanic and boss of the roundhouse, and protested. I told him that must have rest. He said that the train must be hauled to Detroit. I rebelled, so after conference with my fireman, I agreed to go out with the promise that I have 12 hours to sleep in Detroit. We started, and the last I re- member was at Milburn, few miles from Toledo. When I awoke and
 ed myself together, it took me mo- ment or two to discover my where abouts. Finally I located a familiar landmark and knew that I was stand- ing the corporation limits of the city of Monroe, 2S miles from Toledo, more than 20 miles of which had been made by myself and fireman while we were in the arms of Murphy We had slept for more than 20 miles, and the engine was dead-not a spark of fire in the fire box, nothing but a cold engine Looking at the cab clock, I saw that we were six minutes on the south bound passenger trains time. That was an exciting moment. Figuratiyely speaking, my hair stood on end. To make matters worse my headlight had gone out, It, too, was tired I picked up red light, lighted it, woke up my fireman, started him up the track to flag the passenger train, went back to the caboose, found the conductor and three barkemen in a -you-please snoring match. It was the worst crew of playedout railroad men that I ever saw. I woke them up, hurried back to the engine, put in a fire, when the pas senger train, which, luckily, was 20 minutes late, pulled in, told my tale of woe to the crew, and 1t was agreed that nothing should be said about it. No one ever knew of this incident, except old man Hardy, who will be remember ed by some of the men in this conven- tion I told him my story when I got back to Toledo He patted me on the back and said;
 You will never die in a railroad You are too lucky
 But those things are changed now: men do not, as rule, have to respond to every beck and call of a train dis patcher or division superintendent. The limit to human forbearance has been discovered by railroad officers, and men are treated like men, not like serfs nowadays"