The full list of these old-time engineers of the R. W. & O. would run to a considerable length. Remember again Orve Haynes--something of an engine-runner was he--who afterwards went down to St. Louis to become Master Mechanic upon the Iron Mountain road. The _J. L. Grant_ was named after a Master Mechanic of the R. W. & O., who eventually became an assistant superintendent. The _Grant_ was in steady use upon the Cape branch prior to the coming of the "44." A good engineer in those days was a good mechanic--invariably. Repair facilities were few and far between. The ingenuity and quick wit of the man in the engine-cab more than once was called into play. Engine failures were no less frequent then than now. Ben. F. Batchelder first came to fame as a well-known engineer of that early decade; John Skinner was another. There was D. L. Van Allen and Louis Bouran and John Mortimer and Casey Eldredge and Asa Rowell and old "Parse" Hines, and George Schell and Jim Cheney--that list does indeed run to lengths. In a later generation came Nathaniel R. Peterson ("Than") and Conrad Shaler and Frank W. Smith and George H. Hazleton, and Frank Taylor, and Charles Vogel--but again I must desist. This is a history, not a necrology. It is hardly fair to pick but a few names, out of so many deserving ones. The most of the engineers of that day have gone. A very few remain. One of these is Frank W. Smith, of Watertown, who to-day (1922) has retired from his engine-cab, but remains one of the expert billiard players in the Lincoln League of that city. Mr. Smith entered upon his railroad career on November 9, 1866, at the rather tender age of seventeen, as a wiper in the old round house in Coffeen Street, Watertown. In those days all the engines upon the line still were wood-burners. The most conspicuous thing about DeKalb Junction in those days, aside from the red brick Goulding House, was the huge wood-shed and wood-pile beyond the small depot, which still stands there. It was customary for an engine to "wood up" at Watertown--in those days as in these again, all trains changed engines at Watertown--and again at DeKalb Junction before finishing her run into Ogdensburgh. Similarly upon the return trip, she would stop again at DeKalb to fill her tender; which, in turn, would carry her back to Watertown once again. Wood went all too quickly. I remember, sometime in the mid-eighties, riding from Prescott to Ottawa, upon the old Ottawa and St. Lawrence Railroad, and the wood-burner stopping somewhere between those towns to appease its seemingly insatiable appetite.