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Held for Orders Being Stories of Railroad Life   By: (1859-1937)

Held for Orders Being Stories of Railroad Life by Frank H. Spearman

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Held for Orders

Being Stories of Railroad Life

By Frank H. Spearman

Illustrations by JAY HAMBIDGE

New York McCLURE, PHILLIPS & COMPANY MCMI

COPYRIGHT, 1900, BY S. S. MCCLURE CO. 1901, BY MCCLURE, PHILLIPS & CO.

First impression, October, 1901

Second impression, November, 1901

To John Francis Cordeal

[Illustration: Shockley]

Contents

THE SWITCHMAN'S STORY SHOCKLEY

THE WIPER'S STORY HOW MCGRATH GOT AN ENGINE

THE ROADMASTER'S STORY THE SPIDER WATER

THE STRIKER'S STORY MCTERZA

THE DESPATCHER'S STORY THE LAST ORDER

THE NIGHTMAN'S STORY BULLHEAD

THE MASTER MECHANIC'S STORY DELAROO

THE OPERATOR'S STORY DE MOLAY FOUR

THE TRAINMASTER'S STORY OF THE OLD GUARD

THE YELLOW MAIL STORY JIMMIE THE WIND

Illustrations

Shockley

Chris

Cooney

Hailey

McTerza

Old Man Nicholson

Dave Hawk

Jimmie the Wind

Held for Orders

The Switchman's Story

SHOCKLEY

"He's rather a bad lot, I guess," wrote Bucks to Callahan, "but I am satisfied of one thing you can't run that yard with a Sunday school superintendent. He won't make you any trouble unless he gets to drinking. If that happens, don't have any words with him ." Bucks underscored three times. "Simply crawl into a cyclone cellar and wire me. Sending you eighteen loads of steel to night, and six cars of ties. Blair reports section 10 ready for track layers and Mear's outfit moving into the Palisade CaƱon. Push the stuff to the front."

It was getting dark, and Callahan sat in that part of the Benkleton depot he called the office, pulling at a muddy root that went unaccountably hot in sudden flashes. He took the pipe from his mouth, leaving his foot on the table, and looked at the bowl resentfully, wondering again if there could be powder in that infernal tobacco of Rubedo's. The mouthpiece he eyed as a desperate man might ponder a final shift.

The pipe had originally come from God's Country, with a Beautiful Amber Mouthpiece, and a Beautiful Bowl; but it was a present from his sister and had been bought at a dry goods store. Once when thinking or, if you please, when not thinking Callahan had held a lighted match to the Beautiful Amber Mouthpiece instead of to the tobacco, and in the fire that ensued they had hard work to save the depot.

Callahan never wrote his sister about it; he thought only about buying pipes at dry goods stores, and about being, when they exploded, a thousand miles from the man who sold them. There was plenty in that to think about. What he now brought his teeth reluctantly together on was part of the rubber tube of a dismantled atomizer; in happier post Christmas days a toilet fixture. But Callahan had abandoned the use of bay rum after shaving. His razor had gone to the scrap and on Sunday mornings he merely ran a pair of scissors over the high joints for Callahan was railroading and on the front.

After losing the mouthpiece he would have been completely in the air but for little Chris Oxen. Chris was Callahan's section gang. His name was once Ochsner, but that wasn't in Benkleton. Callahan was hurried when he made up the pay roll and put it Oxen, as being better United States. I say United States because Callahan said United States, in preference to English.

Chris had been in America only three years; but he had been in Russia three hundred, and in that time had learned many ways of getting something out of nothing. When the red haired despatcher after the explosion cast away with bitterness the remains of the pipe, Chris picked it up and by judicious action on the atomizer figured out a new mouthpiece no worse than the original, for while the second, like the first, was of rubber, it was not of the explosive variety.

Chris presented the remodelled root to Callahan as a surprise; Callahan, in a burst of gratitude, promoted him on the spot: he made little Chris foreman. It didn't bring any advance in pay but there was the honor... Continue reading book >>




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