The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1913-06-08

head cab of the ram carried this time
not only Georgia Sinclair, but her
father as well Sansey could handle
sice-bar as we'll as a punch, and
rode on the head engine, where, if
anywhere, the big chances would come.
What Sankey was not capable of in
the train service we never knew. be-
cause he rose superior to every emer-
gency that ever confronted him.
Buclsing snow is principally brute
force; there is very little coaxing.
West Of the bluffs there was a volley
OF sharp footing, like code signals be-
tween fleet OF cruisers, and in Just
minute the four ponderous engines,
two of them in the back motion. fires
white and throats bursting, steamed
wildly into the canyon. Six hundred
rect from the first cut Sinclair S whis-
tie signalled again. Burns and Cam
eron and Kennedy answered; and then,
literally turning the monster ram loose
against the dazzling mountain, the
crews settled themselves for the shock
AT such moment there is nothing
TO be done. If anything goes wrong,
eternity is too close TO consider. There
came mutfled drumming on the steam
chests; stagger and a terrific i'm
pact; and then the recoil like the
stroke Of a trip-hammer. The snow
shot into the air fifty feet, and the
wind carried a cloud Of feecy confu-
sion over the ram and out of the cut.
The cabs were buried in white, and
the great steel frames of the engines
sprung like knitting needles under the
Irightful force Of the blow Pausing
Tor hardly breath, they began the
signalling again; then backed up and
up and up the line; and again the
massive machines were hurled scream
ing into the cut. "We'r re getting there,
George" cried Sankey when the roll
ing and lurching had stopped.
No one else could tell thing about
1T for IT was snow and snow and snow;
above and behind and ahead and be.
meath. Sinclair coughed the flakes out
baffled collie. He looked doubtful
of the claim until the mist had blown
clear and the quivering monsters were
again recalled for dash. Then it was
plain that Sankey's instinct was right !;
they were gaining.
Again they went in, lifting a very
avalanche over the stacks, packing the
banks Of the cut with walls hard as
ice. Again, as the drivers stuck, they
raced in frenzy, and into the shrek
of the wind went the unearthy scrape
of the overloaded safeties. Slowly and
sullenly the machines were backed
ie." cried Sankey. "'For that kind
of cut she's as good as a rotary
Look everything over now while ] go
back and see how the boys are stand
ing it. Then Wen give her one more
and give it the hardest kind, -
And they did give her one more;
and another Men at Santiago put uI
no stouter fight than these men made
that Sunday morning In the canyon OF
the Blackwood. Once they went in
and twice. And the second time the
humping drummed more deeply; th'
| drivers held, pushed, painted, and gained
| against the white wall; heaved ant
stumbled ahead; and with a yell from
sRe es deabis sd hsadss a shss her nose isf'
ths eassns slsG5 nfs fes pssf sEs
aTvfdod wells Zach cab ,fook np tho cry.
it was the widest crowd that ever
danced to victory. Through they went
and half way across the bridge before
they could check their monster cata-
put Then at a half full they shot
it back again at the cut, for it worked
as we'll one way AS the other.
''The thing is done, y declared San
kew, when they got into position up
the line for final shoot to clean out
the eastern cut and get head for a
dash across the bridge and into the
west end Of the canon, where there
lay another mountain of snow to split,
"Look the machines over pretty close.
boys.' said he to the engineers. If
nothing's sprung, veil take full head
across the gorge-the bridge VIII carry
ha ont
Then after we get Number One through
this afternoon Neighbor can put his
baby cabs in here and keep 'em chas-
inc all night But it's done snow
ing, he added, looking at the leaden
skv
He had the plans all figured out for
the master mechanic. the shTewd, kind
ly old man 7 think, myself, there s
no man on earth like good Indian;
and, for that matter, none like a bad
one Sankey knew by military in.
stinct just what had to be done and
how TO do it. il he had lived, he was
70 have been assistant superintendent.
That was the word that leaked from
Headquarters afterwards. And with
a voliey of Jokes between the cabs aud
n laughing and yelling between toots,
down went Sankey's double header
again into the Blackwood gorge.
At the same moment, by an awful
misunderstanding of orders, down came
the big rotary from the west end with
a dozen cars Of coal behind. Mile af-
ter mile il had wormed east toward
Sankey's ram, and it now burrowed
through the western cut Of the Black
wood, crashed through the drift San
key was aiming for, and whirled out
into the open, dead against him. at
forty miles an hour. Each train. in
order to make the grade and the block
ade against it. was straining the cyl
inders.
Through the swirling snow that half
hid the bridge and interposed between
the rushing pIows Sinclair saw them
coming. He yelled. Sankey saw them
a fraction Of second later, and while
Sinclair struggled with the. throttle
nna Tho air SnnEnv naYe the alarm