The Havre herald. [volume] (Havre, Mont.) 1904-1908, 1907-05-17
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out Of Qur Ga oose! Quick, man! I'm
goiag to Now Camafsn intoa he cat
u IT, alsasa chsl,es N AszS<rate.
but yea Erhance Atle only ahancg that
soffefed tosaye theshelplesAs PASSENGERS
ii lis charge
4 IF he could reach the siding switch
ahead of the. runaway, train he could
throw the deadly cataphit Oh d the sid
I ing and into his own train and so
save the unconscious, travellers, BE,
j fore the wordsawere opt of hia mouth
4 be started upSthes tack atNtopmosf
Il speed. I'M a. N# -
The angry wind staggered him. It
4 blowout his lantern, But he fungssit
Iaway forhe. could throw Hhes switch
lin the dark & a Sharp Gust tore half
4 his rain coat from his back. Ripping
off the rest, he ran on When the wind
took his breath he turned bis back and
fought for another n Binding sheets
Of rain. poured on him: Water stream
ing down the track caught his feet. A
slivered tie tripped. him, and, falling
headlo1g, the sharp ballast cut his
wrists and knees like broken glass. In
desperate haste he dashed ahead again
The headlight doomed before him like
a mountain of flame Il There was light
enough now Through the sheets ofyrain
that swept down on him, and there
ahead, the train raj almost on it, was the
switch.
| Could he make it? 9
A cry from the sleeping children rose
in his heart. Another breath, an in
slant foundering,7 slipping leap, and
he had it. He pushed the key into the
lock- threw the switch and snapped it
and, to make deadly, sure, ,braced him
self against the target rod. Then he
/ looked.
No whistling now. 1t was past that.
He knew the fireman would have
| Jumped. Cameron too?' No, not Andy,
not if the pit yawned in front of his
pilot fa". 5faa asra na s47
| He saw streams of fire flying from
many wheels, he felt the glare OLA
dazzling light, and, with rafting
crash, the, ponies, shot into the switch.
! The bar in his hands ratified as if it
would jump from the socket, and,
lurching frightfu1ly, the monster took
the siding. A flare Of lightning lit the
cab as it shot#past, and heasaw Gam
eronleaning from, the cab window with
face of stone, his eyes riveted on the
gigantic, drivers that threw a sheet Of
fire from the Sanda6 rails
"Jumpv' screamed Ben, useless as
he knew it was. What voice could live
in that hell Of noise? What man es-
cape from that cab now?a 57s5t}i s7sr@E'57
One, two, three, four cars pounded
over the split rails in half as many
seconds. Ben, running zdiZzily for life
to the right, heard above the roar of
the storm and; screech of the sliding
wheels a ripping, tearing crash, the
harsh scrape Of escaping steam, the
hoarse cries of the wounded cattle.
And through the dreadful dark and
the fury of the babel the wind howled
in gale and the heavens poured a
flood. a4as .-.-:- a- Az..
Trembling. from excitement and ex-
main track. A man with lantern ran
against him. It was the brakeman
who had been back with the torpedoes.
He was crying Historically.
They stumbled over a body. Selling
the lantern, Ben turned the PROSTATE
man over and wiped the mud from his
face. Then he held the lantern close
and Uraat II An2u
Cameron-unconsciou true, but soon
very much alive and no worse than
badly bruised. How the good God
who watches over plucky engineers
had thrown him out from the horrible
Wreckage only he knew. But there
Andy lay, and with lighter heart
Ben headed wrecking crew to begin
the task of searching for any who
might by fatal aehanea have Sbeens3
,caught in theHrashg Sa4ssaSf @# =
: &And whileS stheAS train1hen s@zof 4 The
freightssiWorkede3at the wreck athe SPAS
sengar stralrIs vas backed slowly $50
slowly ssanfI % ss1n oothl u u ZIP saoYer The
switch and past, over the hill and past
|Iand,so to Turner Junction and around
By Oxford to GAINESVILLE. s-c,s. ,sr-f,., 50
When the sun rose the earth gloWed
In the freshness Of It's June shower
bath. The fier, now many miles from
/ Beverly HILL was speeding III toward
Omaha, and mothers. waking their lit
tie ones in the berths,7 told them how
close death had passed while they
slept. The little girls did not 1quite,
understand it, though they tried very
hard, and We're very grateful to- that
man, whom they never saw and whom
they would never see But the little
boys-never mind the little boysAthey
nderstood it, to the youngest urchin
on the train, and fifty stimestheir papas
had to tell them how far Ben ran and
how fast to save their lives And one
little boy--I wish I knew. his name;
went with his papa to the depot master,
at Omaha when the flier stopped and
| gave him his toy watch and asked him