McClure's Magazine, Vol. 6, No. 3, February 1896Various
History
McClure's Magazine, Vol. 6, No. 3, February 1896
Various
American literature -- Periodicals; Literature -- Periodicals
The frost that was on the rails was felt inside the cars. It was not
an occasion when an engineer would have steam to spare for heating
cars; and the group that were huddled in the glare of the gaslight
were muffled in blankets and heavy overcoats. Outside, the dawn was
coming up from the east to meet us--as lovely a dawn as ever broke in
rose-color and flame. As the daylight grew, we were able to see how
complete the arrangements were for the safety of the run. At every
crossing, whether of railway, highway, or farm road, a man was
posted--1,300 men in all, it is said, along the 510 miles of line.
Apart from these solitary figures, no one was yet astir to see the
wonderful sight of the brilliantly lighted train--for the shades were
lifted now--rushing through the dawn.
[Illustration: THE ENGINEERS WHO BROUGHT FROM CHICAGO TO CLEVELAND
MARK FLOYD--FROM CHICAGO TO ELKHART.
D.M. LUCE--FROM ELKHART TO TOLEDO.
JAMES A. LATHROP--FROM TOLEDO TO CLEVELAND.]
At Kendallville, 42 miles from Elkhart, the speed, in spite of an
adverse grade, was 67 miles an hour. Here--the highest point on the
line above the sea--the Grand Rapids and Indiana Railroad crosses the
Lake Shore track at right angles, and a train was standing waiting for
us to pass--the engine shrieking its good wishes to us as we flew by.
At Waterloo, twelve miles further on, a clump of early pedestrians
stood in the street to gaze, and two women--wives, doubtless, of
railway hands who had learned what was in progress--were out on the
porch of a cottage to see us pass. And it must have been a sight worth
seeing, for we were running at 70 miles an hour now, with 60 miles of
tangent ahead of us. At Butler, seven miles beyond, we passed a Wabash
train on a parallel track, which made great show of travelling fast.
Perhaps it was doing so--moving, perchance, at 40 miles an hour. But
we were running at 72, and the Wabash train slid backwards from us at
the rate of half a mile a minute; and still our pace quickened to 75
miles an hour, and 78, and 79, and at last to 80. But that speed could
not be held for long.
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