The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1902-10-19

beat the strike. II we fail, it viii beat
the company
BY the time we backed to Newhall
Junction. Neighbor had made up his
mind my way. Mullen and / climbed
into the 100, and Foley with the PIC,
and none too good a grace. coupled on
to the silk. and. flying red signals. we
started again for GAINESVILLE over the
river division.
Foley was always full Of mischief.
He had a better. engine than ours, any
way. and ne took satisfaction the rest
OF the afternoon in crowding us. Every
mile of the way he was on our heels.
/ was throwing the coal and distinctly
remember
1t was after dark when we reached
the Beverly hill, and we took 1T at
lively pace. The strikers were not on
our minds then; it was Foley who
bothered.
When the long parallel steel lines OF
the upper yards spread before US.
flashing under the arc lights. we were
away above yard speed. Running
locomotive into one of those big yards
IS like shooting a rapid In a canoe.
There is a bewildering maze OF tracks
thghted by red and green lamps to be
watched the closest The hazards are
multiplied the minute you pass the
throat, and q yard wreck is a dreadful
tangle: ii makes everybody. from road
master to hagmen, furious, and not
even Bartholomew wanted to face an
inquiry on a yard wreck. On the other
hand, he couldn't afford 10 be caught
by Foley, who was chasing him out
OF pure caprice.
l. NJ
a half and lingering the air allxi0usly
as we jumped through the frogs; but
1 the toughest riding on track so far
beats the ties as a cushion that when
/ the 109 suddenly stuck her paws
| through an open switch we bounced
against the roof of the cab like foot
balls. ] grabbed brace with one hand
and with the other reached instructive
! ly across to Bartholomew side to
seize the throttle he held. But as l
tried TO shut him off he jerked 1t wide
| open in spite OF me, and turned with
lightning in his eye.
moi" he cried, and his voice rang
hard. The 100 took the tremendous
shove at her back and leaped like a
frightened horse. Away we went
across the yard. through the cinders,
and over the ties. My teeth
have never been the same since.
/ don't belong on an engine,
/ anyway, and since then I have
kept of. At that moment was con-
| WINGED that the strain had been too
much-that Bartholomew was stark
crazy. He sat bouncing clear to the
roof and clinging to his levers like a
lobster
But his strategy was dawning on me
in fact, he was pounding 1t into me.
| Even the shock and scare Of leaving
the track and tearing up the yard had
not driven from Bartholomew noddle
the most important feature of our sit
uation, which was. above everything,
! to keep out of the way of the SILK
train
I felt every moment more mortified
at my attempt to shut him off. had
done the trick of the woman who grabs
the reins. 1t was even better 10 tear
up the yard than to stop for Foley 10
smash into and scatter the silk over
the coal chutes. Bartholomew's de-
cision was one of the traits which make
the runner-instant perception cou-
pied TO instant resolve. The ordinary
dub thinks what he should have done
to avoid disaster after il is al over
! Bartholomew thought before.
On we bumped. across frogs. through
switches. over splits, and into target
rods. when-and this is the miracle OF
it all-the 100 got her forefeet on q
split switch, made a contact, and, after
slew or tive like a begged horse. she
swung up sweet on the rails, tender
and ALL Bartholomew shut on WITH
an under cut that brought us up dou-
bic and nailed her feet, with the air
right where she stood.
We had left the track, ploughed lV'
feet across the yards and jumped OF
10 another track. 1t is the only time
ever heard of its happening anywhere
but l was on the engine with Bartho-
lomew Mullen when il was done.
Foley choked his train the instant he
saw our hind lights bobbing- We
climbed down and ran back. He hao
stopped just where we should have
stood If | had shut of. Bartholomew
ran to the switch to examine IL. The
contact light. green, still burned ike
false beacon, and lucky il did, for i
showed the switch had been tempered
with an exonerated Bartholomew Null
len completely. The attempt OF tbs
strikers to spill the silk right in the
yards had only made the reputation
Of a new engineer. Thirty minute:
later the million-dollar train was
turned over TO the eastern division Z
wrestle with. and we breathed, all OF
US, a good bit easier
Bartholomew Mullen, now passen'
ger runner who ranks with kennedy
and Jack Moore and Foley and Geors'
Sinclair himself got a personal lettei
from the general manager, compliment
ing him on his pretty wit; and he was
good enough TO say nothing whateVel
about mine
We registered that night and wen
TO supper tOgether-Foley, Jackson
Bartholomew and l. Afterwards w
dropped into the dispatcher's Office
Something was coming from McCloud
but the operators. to save their lives
couldn't catch il. ] listened a minute
1t was Neighbor. Now Neighbor ism
! great on dispatching trains. He car
make himself understood over tn
Z poles, but his sending is Ike boy