The Democrat-sentinel. [volume] (Logan, Ohio) 1906-1935, 1907-02-14

| McCloud dispatcher. II WAS n rocky
| send, but after no end of pounding
| got him and gave orders for tile wreck
Ing gang and for one more of Neigh
bors rapidly decreasing supply of loco
motives.
Bartholomew, sitting on strip OF
fence which still rose above water
looked forlorn. To lose the first engine
he ever handled in the Beaver was
tough. and he was evidently specuat
Ing on his chances of ever getting an
| other. If there weren't tears in his
| eyes, there was storm water certainly
But after the relief engine had pulled
what was left of us back six miles to
a siding made it my first business to
explain to Nelghbor nearly beside him.
| self, that Bartholomew was not only
not ut fault but that he had actually
saved the train by his nerve.
I'll tell you, Neighbour" / suggest
ed when we got Strengthened around,
"give us the 100 to go ahead as pilot
and run the stuff around the river
division with Foley and the 216."
"What'll you do with No. 81" growl-
ed Neighbor. Six was the local pas
sengcr west.
"Annul it west OF McCloud," said l
instantly. "We've got this silk on our
hands now, and I'd move it If 1t tied
up every passenger train on the di-
vision, If we can get the Internal
stuff through, 1t will practically beat
the strike: if we fail, it will 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 216
and none too good 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 he took satisfaction the rest
of the afternoon in crowding us. Ev-
cry 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 it at a
lively pace. The strikers We're not on
our minds then. 1t was Foley who
bothered
When the long parallel steel lines
of the upper yards spread hefore us,
flashing under the arc lights, we were
away above yard speed Running
locomotive into one of those big
yards is like shooting rapid in a
canoe. There is a bewildering maze
of tracks lighted hy red and green
lamps to be watched the closest. The
hazards are multiplied the minute you
pass the throat, and yard wreck is
dreadful tangle, 1t makes everybody,
from roadmaster 10 fagmen, furious,
and not even Bartholomew wanted to
face an Inquiry on yard wreck. On
the other hand, he couldn't afford to
be caught by Foley, who was chasing
him out of pure caprice.
saw the boy holding the throttle at
a half and lingering the air anxiously
as we jumped through the frogs but
the toughest riding on track so far
beats the ties as a cushion that when
the 100 suddenly stuck her paws
against the roof of the cab like foot
balls. | grabbed brace with one
hand and with the other reached in
stinctlvely across to Bartholomew's
side to seize the throttle he held, but
as / tried to shut him off he jerked it
wide open in spite of me and turned
with lightning in his eye,
HNow he cried, and his voice rang
hard. The 100 took the tremendous
shove at her back and leaped like q
frightened horse. Away we went |
across the yard through the cinders
and over the ties, Ny teeth have new
er been the same since, | don't be- |
long on an engine anyway, and since
then ! have kept off. At the moment |
was CONVINCED that the strain had |
been too much, that Bartholomew was |
stark crazy. He sat bouncing clear to
the roof and clInglng to his levers like
a lobster.
But his strategy was dawnlng on
me, In fact, he was pounding it into |
mo. Even the shock and scare of leav-
Ing the track and tearing up the yard
Ind not driven from Bartholomew's
nodde the most important feature of
our situation, which was, above every
thing, to keep out of the way of the
silk train.
felt every moment more mortified
mt my attempt to shut him off. | had
done the trick of the woman who grabs
the rains Nrny aVan hntfn,, 10, toa, |
up the yard than to stop for Foley
10 smash into and scatter the silk over
the coal chutes. BartholOmew's decl-
sion was one of the traits which make
the runner-instant perception coupled
10 Instant resolve. The ordinary dun
thinks what he should have done to
avoid disaster after 1t Is all over. Bar
tholomew thought before.
On we bumped across frogs, through
switches, over splits and into target
rods, when-and this is the miracle Of
1t all-the 100 got her fore feet on a
split switch, made a contact, and, after
a slew or two like n begged horse, she
swung M sweet on the rails again.
tender and all. Bartholomew shut off
with an under cut that brought us up
double and nailed hpF feet, with the
air. right where She stood.
We had left the track. plowed hum
dred feet across the yards and jumped
an TO another track. II Is the only
time / ever heard of Its happening
anywhere, but was on the engine
with Bartholomew Mullen when 1t
xUaQ dana