The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1906-08-26
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transcontinental records Mr.. Hagerty
continued.
The speaker had shed the most horri-
! ble-looking suit of khaki ever seen west
of the Missouri, and was enjoying him
self in a new suit of store clothes whilst
a green liquid, sparkling with ice and
oderiferous of mint, found it's way
! through a straw to a dust-clogged
throat. Ever and anon he stretched to
get rid of what he called .'tOnneau
: cramp. The cramp comes of loading
a tonneau so full of rubber blankets,
extra tires, jacks, monkey wrenches,
ropes, tackle and odds and ends of
machine shop generally that the un-
| happy passenger has to sit with one
! leg over the side of the car and the
other around the chauffeurs neck
Messrs. Little and Haserty left New
York Aug. 10 in a Buick two-cylinder
! twenty-five horsepower touring car in
an endeavor to lower the auto record
across the continent. The gentlemen
named came ahead by train from Jules
| burg, Colo, to get some much-needed
rest leaving the car with the drivers
The bubble wagon is now nearing
| ogden.
IF Old Man Shea wanted a rest he
| should have stuck to the asphalt and
the speed prescribed by law" Mr.. Hag-
started l was up all night and in the
morning went ahead to Syracuse TO re-
lieve Mr.. Little at that point The
machine reached that town the follow
| ing night and / was filed with inno-
cent anticipation of a cool, soothing
| and restful ride to Buffalo. I would
enjoy the night and the stars and the
half-disclosed countryside, and when
sleepy would curl up in the tonneau
and slumber as in mothers arms.
But L didn't There was a whirr
and whiz and sat up very straight.
| grabbing brass rail in front and
working my foot from beneath a hun
dredweight or so of tools that had fall
| en- on ii. L thought how foolish | was
to start on such a trip with so much of
| life before me. / thought my old friend
! THOMAS would engraVe on my tomb
| stone, L told you So, and | wondered
| toolshly whether / would be buried
| there or be taken back to Chicago. But
the machine never slackened and pres
entity / observed that the chauffeur and
the pilot were chatting cheerfully to-
gether about automobilists who had
| been killed at various times in that sec
! ton of New York state. Then we got
another bump, without disturbing the
conversation in front, and it dawned
on me that the road was merely a triffe
uleNSH. DeSan TO take heart and
hope that nothing more serious than
general Encouragement of my anatomy
would occur.
I'VE were in the hills now on the
road to Rochester. The road in trying
to follow the Erie canal follows q de-
Vlous course that would break a snakes
back to follow. Just when my nerves
were becoming halfway settled the
pilot, who did not realize that / had
never before participated in anything
more serious than a war, began talk
ing to the driver as follows:
Bad road here and up that hill
there. Brother-in-law of mine killed
there two years ago. Just such a night
as this. too. but maybe not quite so
foggy. Fine fellow, my brother-in-law
was. He was shooting over the hill in
a four-cylinder runabout like all Hades
was after him. Just about like we are
going, probably not so fast. He struck
a downgrade on curve and damned
on all his brakes at once. Sucker play
They all broke and Bill fetched up
head-on against a telephone pole. The
car was smashed to splinters on the
other side of the road. Here's the hill
now
For me back came thoughts of home
and mother, and I noted with horror
that the mahout never slackened.