The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1913-05-04

over his head, Then he was caught
fast by the wristbands, and the ponies
of the d tipped over the broken abut-
ment Pull as he would he couldn t get
free. The pilot dipped into the torrent
slowly. But losing her balance, the "A
kicked her heels into the air like light
ming, and shot with a frightened wheeZe
plump into the creek, dragging her en-
gineer with her.
The head car stopped on the brink.
Running across the track, / looked for
Bartholomew. He WASH t there; / knew
he must have Como down with his en-
CINE. Throwing off nay gloves, l dived,
just as I stood, close to the tender,
which hung half submerged. I am a
good bit Of fish under water, but no
self-respecting fish would be caught in
that yellow mud [ realized, too, the
instant ] struck the water, that I should
have dived on the upstream side. The
current took me away whirling; when
/ came up for air, / was fifty feet be-
low the pier. I scrambled out, feeling
| it was all up with Bartholomew; but
to my amazement, as | shook my eyes
! open the train crew were running for
ward, and there stood Bartholomew on
the track above ME, looking at the re-
| frigeratc"s. When l got to him, he ex-
had to tear the sleeves out Of his blouse
under water to get free.
The surprise is how little fuss men
make about such things when they are
busy. 1t took only five minutes for the
conductor to hunt up coil Of wire and
sounder for me, and by the time he
got forward with it, Bartholomew was
halfway up a telegraph pole to help me
cut in on q live wire. Fast as could,
l rigged pony, and began calling the
McCloud dispatcher II was rocky
sending, but after no end Of pounding,
I got him and gave orders for the
wrecking gang, and for one more of
Neighbor 3 rapidly decreasing supply Of
locomotives.
Bartholomew, sitting on a strip Of
fence which still rose above water,
looked forlorn. To lose in the Beaver
the first engine he ever handled was
tough and he was evidently speculat
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
explain to Ncighbor, who was nearly
beside himself, that Bartholomew not
only was not at fault, but that by his
nerve he had actually saved the train,
81 II tell you, Neighbor,' | sug
gested, when we got Strengthened
around. "Give US the 100 to go ahead
as pilot, and run her around the river
division with Foley and the 216."
"What II you do with No. 67'
growled Neighbor Six was the local
passenger west,
"Annul it west Of McCloud." said I
instantly. "We We got this silk on our
hands now, and I'd move it if it tied
up every passenger train on the divi.
it will practically beat tho strike. IL
we fail, 1T will beat the company
BY the time we had backed to New.
hall Junction, Neighhor had made up
his mind my way. Mullen and |
climbed into the 100, and Foley, with
the GIG, and none too good a 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. and
he took great satisfaction the rest OF
the afternoon in crowding us. Every
was throwing the coal, and have rea
son to remember. 1t was after dark
when we reached the Beverly hill, and
we took it ut n lively pace. The
strikers were not on our minds then
it was Foley who bothered.
When the long parallel steel lines of
the upper yards spread before us,
flashing under the arc lights. we were
away above yard speed. Running al
locomotive into one Of those big yards
is like shooting rapid in canoe.
There Is a bewildering maze Of tracks,