The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-03-19

ALL THE WATERS LINED UP.
 steaks sold at bargain prices that night Every cent taken in went to the walters. When they were through that place was a wreck.
 Just as was about to close up the door and go uptown to look for anoth- CT job a messenger boy came running up and handed me telegram.
 One Ray of Hope.
 Here was one ray of hope. I tore open the message, and inside was an offer to go to Milwaukee and fight Cy- clone Johnny Thompson, another Dane. I had defeated him before and felt sure that I would have a cake walk this time
 But how was I to get there7 I could not borrow money, and didn't know what to do. Suddenly I thought of my five dollar bill that I had got at the 'stag." quickly showed this down in the sole of my shoe, stole si- lently up Central avenue and headed toward the Little Rock and Hot Springs Western railroad station yards. @
 The fast train to St. Louis was just rolling out of the yards, and chased hard after her and in a few moments had lodged under the mall car and was huddled over the trucks Boys, particularly you kids who are perhaps inspired over the success had so far attained as a champion boxer, take heed here. There I was, Battling Mel son, the hero even then of almost half a hundred ring battles-seven years of continuous fighting, cufiing and maul- ing-driven to the choice of losing out on a chance to win money and Iaurels by remaining at the Springs or risking my neck by riding beneath the trucks of a mail train to keep the engage ment in Milwaukee.
 accepted the desperate chance, and, though the trip was fraught with many dangers, starvation and pain, I finally managed to reach Milwaukee in time to fight
 Dangers of Riding on Trucks.
 I forgot to say that before I got on the trucks of that train I ran back to the restaurant which had owned a wiches. Nothing else was left, and, as I had to hurry, I grabbed these.
 You may think that riding on the n of fun in it, but you are mistaken At times it Is like torture. You can't get in a comfortable place. The worst thing, though. is the temptation to go to sleep. I shall never forget one time on that trip. I was so tired and so broken up over my misfortune that I began to nod. fully realized the dan gers of going to sleep, but could not help it. ! dozed off for a moment, and my foot dropped from it's place and struck one of the ties of the track. In another second I was almost jerked of my perch as my foot was slammed against the floor overhead. It is wonder that my leg was not broken. Luckily l got back to my former posi- ton without injury, but you can bet that I went to sleep no more that night
 During my career I have found my self in many ticklish position, but for actual bloodcurdling experience that ride on the trucks was the most thrill tim of many jolt in the battle of life, but that one experience is the thing I shall remember longest. Since that time whenever I hear of any poor wretch who has made similar jour ney I fairly bubble over with sym pathy for him. Compared with such method of travelling ballooning is but mild and gently stimulating exer- else. That I ever lived to reach Mill waukee will always be to me one of the greatest pieces of good luck have