The Idaho recorder. [volume] (Salmon City, Idaho) 1886-1927, 1914-11-19

nostrils az he stepped out 20 speaA
with the guards, and as he stood there
waiting for the full daylight the mas
ter mechanic joined him.
He was a flIIl-blooded, roNnd-headed
little man with determined views on
life, and he began the day, a. usual
with his private opinion Of Mexicans.
They were the same uncomplimentary
remarks to which he had given voice
on the day before. for the rebels nad
captured one of his engines ana ne
knew it would come to some harm.
| "A fine bunch Of hombres, yes, ne
ended, "and may the devil ny away
| with theml They took No. az the
summit yesterday and I've been lis
| tening ever since Her pans are all
burned out and we've been feedlng
her bran like COW to keep her from
leaking steam. II some ignorant Mex
gets hold of her you'll hear big noise
-that'u be the last OF No. 9-ner
boiler will burst like a wet bag.
IF I was running this road there'd
be no more bran-not since what saw
over at Aguascalientes on the Cen
trail. One of those bum. renegade en-
CINE drivers had burned out No. 74S'
but the rebels had ditched four OF our
best and we had to send her out. Day
after day the boys had been feeding
her bran until she smelled ike dis.
/ tiIlery. The mash was oozing out OF
her as Ben Tyrrell pulled up to the
! station, and friend OF his that hao
come down from the north took one
sniff and swung up into the cab.
Ben came down at the word nc
whispered-for they'd two OF EN-
t blowed up In the north-and they sem
! out another man. Hadn't got UP tnt
hill when the engine exploded ane
: blew the poor devil to hell! asked
t Tyrrell what his friend had told him
hut ne kept 1t to himself until he coul'
I get his time. It's the fumes, boy
I! they blow up like brandy-and old NO
9 is sour!
9 she'll likely blow up, too. But nov
y can we fix her with these ignoran
9 Mexican mechanics? Yoa should nav
{! been over at Aguas the day they nre
p the Americans.
It "'No more Americanos,' says Ms
% dero. let 'em all out and hire Mex
% cans! The national railroads OF Me-
Ut leo must not be in the hands OF To-
eigners.'
t. $50 they fred US all in a day an
u put a Mexican wood-paseer up In tn
cab of old No. 313. He started to pa
IL a string of empties down the tract
threw on the air by mistake, an
stopped her on dead-center. Pulle
out the throttle and she wouldn't g
y, so he gave it up and quit.
as Called In the master mechanic the
"A Mexican. He tinkered with h'
i'd for an hour, right there on the trac
Is until she went dead on their hand
Then they ran down switch engir
ed and took back the cars and called {
/" the roadmaster--a Mex. He crackt
up the nut-built q shoo-fly around N
er ala and they left her right there
On the main track. Two days later
re- American hobo came by and set dow
and laughed at 'em. Then he throV
I'D of the brakes. gives No. S1S boo
w past the center with crowbar, al
runs her to the roundhouse by gravit
ly, When we left Aguas on handcar tn
as hobo was running the road.
''Ignorantest hombres in the world
en- these Mexicans. Shooting a gun
ad running an engine, it's all the same
Ter they've got nothing above the 81
III brows."
les THAT'S right" agreed Bud, who b
led been craning his neck; "but wha
4ge that noise up the track?"
he The master mechanic listened, a
when his ears, dulled by the clangor
the shops, caught the distant roar
turned and ran for the house.
Cit up, Ed" he called to the ro'
IN master, they're sending wild {
A. down the canyon-and she may
rd loaded with dynamite!"
,st Dynamite or not" mumbled
me grizzled roadmaster, as he reused
In, from his couch, there's derailel
ere put in up at kilometer seventy the fl
thing yesterday morning. Thatll sc
low her into the ditch"
nc Nevertheless he listened intent
nod cooking his head to guess by
,rst sound when 1t came to kilome
ere seventy,
, ~ CTo BE coNTINUED)
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