The Birmingham age-herald., 1913-02-23
Where the Bulls Come From

has hit it, and H. J. Willingham has
occurred over there, and the A, B. & A.
railroad--(the AFFLICTED, Busted and Anx-
ious railroad-has permitted the inhab-
itants to get acquainted with a real news
butch, and the real backwoods jays to get
sufficiently over being scared at the toot
of the locomotive as to come out of the
woods there is a wonderful trend toward
higher culture, improved haircuts. more
classic taste in literature, and shrink
age in the annual crop of whiskers in
the backwoods districts.
"when the railroad first came through
there the citizens down in the hollows,
who had never seen a locomotive, would
nearly bust themselves open running to
get to plowed ground, on the theory that
they could outrun the burned thing on
plowed ground Bud Peevey took his first
ride on 1t with many misgivings as to
what the blamed cars would do, and
when the train struck a trestle and made
that roaring, whizzing sound, Bud thought
the whole 'possee comtatus had gone up
in the air. especially as he could look
out of the window and see the treetops
below him. so he grabbed the seat with
both hands and shut his eyes tight As
nothing serious happened for some min.
utes Bud opened his eyes and anxiously
asked drummer across the aisle, Has
she lit yet? A great crowd assembled to
see the first car arrive at Lineville
Among them were two half-grown boys
who at their home, miles distant, had
often discussed the wonderful coming of
the railroad cars.
I'm their day dreams the boys had
mapped out gorgeous future, where each
of them would fill the rapturous and en-
viable position of an engineer of a rail-
road train, for of course the engineer,
the man who guided and directed the
whole business, was just bound to be
the greatest and biggest being in that
wonderful invention, train of cars. Look
at the stage driver. Look at the fellow,
robed in scarlet and gold. who drove
the band wagon of the circus. An engi-
neer just naturally is obliged to be a big
ger thing than Old Bald mountain Be-
fore dawn the boys We're at Lineville,
waiting with beating and envious hearts
to see the train come, and TO behold the
sceptered autocrat, clothed in crimson and
silks, step down from his awful smoky
chariot and let the awe-strcken populace
gets its first dazzling vision of a real.
live engineer.
'Bill Traddles, who ran No 43 on that
auspicious occasion, donned a billed shirt.
a plug hat and a red bandanna hand
kerchef, and assumed airs that Would
have put to the blush the due engineer of
the New York Centrafs best train. The
boys fooled about the locomotive for
quite awhile, disappointed that no re-
splendant despot in the shape of an engi-
neer appeared. Finally the youngest chap,
whose name was Jim, espied Engineer
Bill Traddles on the cab ,as he posed,
and assumed nonchalant air for the
benefit of admirers. Tremblingly he asked,
as if loath to find his Illusion an empty
dream, Mister, are you the engineer
bill Traddes threw out his chest,
tipped his plug hat to one side, struck q
paralizing attitude. and answered in a
patronizing tcne, Yes, son, | am the en-
gineer. Sadly Jim turned to his chum
and friend and forlornely soliloauized, as
he looked up and down the squat figure
of Bill Traddles, I god. it don't take much
of man to make engineer do It,
Peteg
'If man wants fight and wants TO
get one mighty sudden, remarked the
Deputy Sheriff, "the most successful way
TO have one handed TO him is TO go over
to Ashland, in Clay county, and begin
to praise the neighboring village Of Line
vilc or vice versey. Them bull moosers