The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-05-23

, ''I'ra much obliged. I'll tell Aunt Lucy :
how-how good you was, he said.
Goodbye; take keer Of yourself, SAID
| the woman.
| Sorrel trudged southwark along the
track, a fugitive from the law but nap
| pier than he had been for days. Near
| shutdown he came to little box-lke
station in a narrow gulch but there
1 seemed to be no one In charge.
| reckon the train does not stop mere,
he said YEARLY, and after moments
rest plodded onward. Twilight descended,
/ purple and shadoWy, and slowly merged
into darkness. He sat down and took
| some food from the handkerchief, and ate
it, then stumbled onward again. Il must
find a place where the trains stop, he
kept saying to himself, and pushed on
ward. y t .t
At last. he came to strip of bench
land, a side track, and long ricks of corded
wood ~. Here's where trains wood up, =
he said, with sigh Of satisfaction, and
crept IN behind rick and laid down to
wait He was dead tired, and despite
all his efforts to beat back the nurnbing tide
, of sleep, it's soft waves flowed over and
| |engulfed him.. Presently he sat up with
thrill Of fear and expectations: a train was
, drawing in on the siding. He cautiously
drew himself UP, and peered over the tor
of the rick. The train was a long one,
: string of fiat cars loaded with something
, that looked like a mixture Of sand, gravel
: and broken stone. At the forward end o
), the train painted a great 120 ton mogul en-
: CINE at the rear end was a stubby caboose
r it's red and green lights cleaning. Sore
v could dirnly make out that the conducto
: was standing on the front steps OF the ca
n boose. the rear brakeman was soilis IL
( ward. 81
j. Look out for hoboes, Jim" shouted tn
Is conductor. "If you see any OF EN- try1n
S. to get on, just paralyze M.
Nevertheless, when Sorrel had noted IN
conductors withdrawal into the caboose
and had listened moment to. the me
plugging the wood into the engine tender
he crept round the end Of the rick and U
as,l into one of the fiat cars Sinking prone
TX his stomach, he hastily scraped back som
Of the earthly conglomerate from alon
he one Of the side boards OF the car, roiie
s. Into the depression, and covered hlmse
a. I'm as best he could with the broken stuf
ms After A little time the mogul roared 20
VS. brakes" the couplings clanked sharpl
4 and the train Jared and rumbled awe
in thru the echoing defiies.
E Sorrel. lying snugly and, save for
a+ face, quite covered by the crushed an
~, mealy matter, smiled and whispered, II
-, ali right. This must be a train Of 10
- grade ore goin' down : the reduct1e
~ works In California, or somewhere else
81 In which apprehension :Sorrel did not 81
he he After a time sorrels busy thoughts IL
al lauiet, and he slept. Twice a brakems
~ nassed his rough couch. Wading TIL
trv the yielding mass of crushed volcan
,ha rock toward the caboose but witho
1nt dreaming that a human being lay almo
me under his feet. Hours passed, and final
zoe the tired fugitive awoke. They were st
all lin the mountains; but while he slept t
Mr.. train had made us way gu. .. one alou
the tain district. had traVerseo the Vailey3
out the Rogue river, and was now climb
red Into the klamath range. Sorrel could /