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Title: The locomotive engineer
Year: 1888 (1880s)
Authors: Hill, John A. (John Alexander), 1858-1916 Sinclair, Angus, 1841-1919
Subjects: Railroads Locomotives
Publisher: New York : American Machinist Pub. Co
Contributing Library: Carnegie Library of Pittsburgh
Digitizing Sponsor: Lyrasis Members and Sloan Foundation

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h. One day I got a new Iloger. aud started ferthe front—then all the Injun stories I ever beerdoome back, multiplied four hundred per cent. way, stood a big. fut, greasy Injun -, hc^had on ayellow blanket, carried a rifle, and greeted mewith a in^nt, ■ Wher goin ? sais I, gruff like. Um Turn, sais he. ■ Git off, sais I, No git, sais be. Here my visitor made a move to get up on (lie i scat, and. I dont know what popped it into my head, but I toik the long oiler by the BQOOt, and made a tick at the gauge gliss that Wis then almost in his face, Afore you could say Gee-whiz, that cab wasfull of steam, hot water and mufBud whoops; Ipulled out the plug to let the old girl make licrescape, and about the second turn of her drivers Iheard a heavy body hit the sod on my side with a HISTORICAL LOCOMOTITES. Dfivclopmoiit of the American Elghtpwheeler. The American eicht-wheeler is so well k.Down aform of locomotive as to need little explanation,but few of our renders koow just how that mag-
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All day I was on the luDkout lor red and gn<ciiblankets; every bu^h looked like it might have aCn)W or a Wyandotte beliind it, but Ibe sun wentdown without a ^iijn of rc<ls, ■ Well. I bad a train of material for the front,and would jrst about get there for breakfast, if Ibustled—so I hustled. About iloven oclock I stopped ni n littletemporary water lanb to liquidate and lubricaie,feelin rather slcupy for my long hours. Whilethe tiro boy was taking water I did the grease net.going around to the Ift fide. •■ As I climbed up la the gangway, and suckedinmy breath to blow out the torch, my heart hitIheroofofroy mouth, torihire. in the right gang lllSTOUIl.lL LotolluTtVE ilEIlCfRY. tliiid, and a snuud floated up lo us thai remindedme of a scart hog—kinder like Wough 1 Bill acd I lay low in the funk for fear of beingshut, iiolil wc were ouisideofthe range of uKruppcannon. I oft«n wonder now which was scartthe worst, me or the Injun. On the Ssntc Fo they are having the be^t o

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