The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1913-02-07
RAILROAD MAN
GOESTOHEAR
THE SHUbERTS

An old time railroad man who was
out to hear the Schubert concert last
Friday night was captivated by the
artists and in telling another one
about the performance on the violin
said:
That fellow with the fiddle came
slowly out of the Pocatello round
house and dropped down over the end
little steam as possible. In minute
the Con. gave him the signal to get
out of town. He pulled her about
half open and the prettiest lot of bark
ing you ever heard. He tried the air
about mile and she was perfec-
ton. He then linked her back a couple
OF notches and cleared out the cylin-
der cocks. The frost on the rail made
her slip few times but shucks, in the
next minute the telegraph poles look
ed like a picket fence. He came
around down through Minidoka at
seventy miles an hour whistling at
every curve and calling every block.
When we supposed he was to the
limit, he pulled her wide open and
old the fireman to get back in the
tank and held her there. He reached
out OF the cab window and patted her
on the sides with his cap and she
looked back and smiled at him.
The high places came thicker and
faster. One of the women tried to
pull the bell cord on him, but shucks,
his eyes were like the eagles and the
white smoke fell low down by her
sides. We could see now that he
was making run for King Hill.
Down and down she drowned like
falling into we'll. The fellow set
his eyes like Old Selgrath was when
we took him out from under the old
33. The bridges were hit hard and
the curves seemed like he had broken
a spring hanger, but there was moth
ing to it. He slipt up King Hill like
creased lightning and sakes alivel At
Glenn's Ferry they had the semifore
on him, but, begosh, he was looking
out for the board at Namna and came
through that place like falling star.
She BEGAN to slip little on him over
about kuna, but he opened the sand
pipe and the sparks flew right and
lett, and some coyotes thought the
lightning had hit the high tension
wire. ! thought his water must he
getting low but he ran that tank as
Slick as wink and | was dead sure
his crown sheet would buckle before
he ever hit Caldwell, but as he pas
sed here he had still half a gauge of
water and making her travel lust a
little faster. heard him call the
block east of Caldwell and | half
tainted, for there was the fast mail
due at Payette in seventeen minutes
! sweated like the Jews and reached
Tor my orders. l forgot where | was to
meet II and that fiddler didn't seem
to care cent where he met ANYTHING.
put ne stood there like a fool while
he making more than a hundred miles
an hour right in the face of everything
on the division. l knew, something
would happen when he got to Hunt,
ington, tor he would find a short rail
there l sympathized with him. I
muttered against the folly of his care
lessness, | stormed against the waste
ana ruin OF a good engine like his and
the danger he was throwing in the
face OF every other train on the road
Just as was going to cut the hose
between his tank and the mail car.
something happened. l don't know
what 1t was. Human beings were
scattered all around me, but instead
OF mangled forms and walls and
shrieks, they were clappine their
hands and laughing. thought I was
IN biackfoot or somewhere else but
presently four pretty women came ont
and began to smile and sing .ome old
love song and l knew then we wers
SAFE. and so | got through the rest ~ |
the show tolerably well"