Waterbury Democrat., 1901-09-25
BISHOP WAS SCARED.
Thrilling Ride Down a Steep Grade
 On a Handcar.

A recent ride of five miles on q handcar by Bishop F. Dubs, head of the United Evangelical church of the United States, was novel for bishop, writes a correspondents of the New York Sun from Reading, Pa.
 The well-known churchman, who is now past 65 years old, came on from Chicago on his annual visitation. He had preached at the Adams town camp meeting and was booked to ap- pear at an important business meet ing of the church in Reading. The bishop took the steam cars for Read ing, but when half way the engine was derailed and all further progress was blocked.
 To one of the train employees, Bob- by Wahl, fell the lot of bringing the mail through to Reading. The wreck had occurred at high place and it was known that a smaller car might be run to Mohnsville by gravity, be had. The railroad man procured a handcar, put the mail on and was about starting, when an elderly, white-bearded man of giant build asked whether he could ride along.
 "All right" said the railroader, "but you've got to take the chances, old man." The bishop quietly smiled and said he would, and was amused because he was not known to the conductor of the handcar. They were off quickly and as the car gained momentum it dashed down the in- cline rapidly. The bishop could not maintain an upright position, no mat ter how much he tried to by stiffen- ing his legs and propping himself. The handcar swayed from side to side and the. man Nt the brake grasped the wheel with both hands and kept his eyes well ahead.
 As the truck dashed down steep grade. making a great deal of noise, he bishop had to take off his hat. His silvery locks and beard futtered in the breeze. Then he sat down. Next he lay fiat with the mail bag for a pillow. The ride had become fast and furious.
 "Don't go so fast, young man" said the bishop, as he turneda bout, notrel- ishing the hard floor of the hand car. 'lext he tried to sit up.
 "Go slower said the bishop.
 On went the car at 30 miles an hour and swaying from side to side.
 ssRun slower,'' appealed the bishop, but the truck went on.
 Then the bishop asked to get off, but Wahl was too much in a hurry. He could not stop. The bishop looked over the side of the car and saw a deep, wooded ravine with sharp rocks pointing up at him.
 Don't run so fast" appealed the venerable churchman. T tell you, go slower, or we'll be killed"
 Finally the railroader, unable to maintain silence and temper any long, CT, answered.:
 q wish you'd keep still. How the hell do you expectT I'm goingt to get this mail through by any slow running!"
 The bishop held on and exclaimed:
 Don't swear, young man! don't swear. You'll never go to Heaven"
 The railroader then remembered that he went to church, regretted his temper and kept still. The truck flew on around sharp curves, which jolted and swayed the car, threatening to roll the bishop off.
 ,. ssKeep still, old man, and we'll get there all right, but I tell you to keep still and don't bother mel" said Wahl.
 Then the bishop was quiet and held on to the flat side of the car, shut his eyes and trusted in Heaven, as the car rattled and slammed down the hil1- sides and over trestles, crossing ra- vines and through meadows, until finally Mohnsyille was reached and the bishop was safely delivered.
 "There, I guess you're all right,' said Wahl tossing the mailbag to an official. "This is business, you know. S'long," and he and the bishop sep arated. The churchman wiped Hhe dust from his face, stepped aboard troll ley car and s.get there" in time to meet his engagement