AN ACCIDENT ON THE RAILROAD.
After the affair in the cemetery matters drifted along somewhat quietly
for several days.
Then Joe was called upon by his father to go on a trip to Cleveland to
pay some money which was due to an insurance company.
He was to go on the journey by train, and started off early in the day.
In the cars he met Charley Osborne, and the two sat down together.
“It’s awfully foggy,” said Charley. “By gracious! I shouldn’t think the
engineer could see two yards ahead of him.”
“It’s dangerous traveling in this weather,” replied Joe. “I wish it was
clearer.”
“So do I--we could look out of the window,” replied Charley.
On rushed the train through the fog. The engineer was behind time, and
was doing his best to make up his schedule.
“We’re moving along, eh?” cried Joe as the car gave an extra jerk
around a curve. “We must be going nearly a mile a minute.”
“That’s so.”
A half-hour passed. Several stops were made, but few got off or on. The
cars were about half filled.
“Folks don’t like to travel in this kind of weather,” remarked Charley.
“Well, I rather wish we had remained home, too,” was Joe’s answer. “I
would rather take this trip when the sun is shining.”
“Oh, so would I. But who would have thought it was going to get so
foggy when we left?”
Another half-hour went by. Charley began to get sleepy, and, leaning
back his head, closed his eyes.
Our hero sat idly turning the pages of a newspaper.
Suddenly the train was checked in its rapid onward course.
Charley and Joe were thrown forward out of their seat on to the back of
the seat in front of them.
Then came a crash in front and the jingle of glass.
The rear end of the car ahead had come up and struck out the front end
of the car they were in!
A succession of bumps followed, a quiver, and all became still so far
as the cars were concerned.
The train had run into the rear end of another train ahead, and the
crash was followed by a hundred cries on every side.
“Help me out!”
“My leg is broken!”
“Take this seat off my chest!”
“Get an ax and chop me loose!”
The cries came principally from the cars ahead.
“Are you hurt, Charley?” asked our hero as soon as he could make
himself heard.
“No; are you?”
“Not a bit.”
“Let us get out by the back way.”
“All right.”
They at once started to leave the car.
Charley got out first.
Joe lingered behind to help an old man who was lame.
The old fellow could scarcely move, and our hero had quite a task
getting him to a place of safety.
Fortunately no one had been seriously hurt in the car they had occupied.
The principal damage sustained was in the car ahead, next to the
engine, and the rear car of the train ahead.
The engine was almost a total wreck, and both the fireman and engineer
were badly hurt.
“My! but this is awful!” murmured Joe as he gazed on the scene.
“Help wanted here!” shouted the conductor, as he rushed forward. “We
must get out the helpless before the cars take fire!”
“I’m at your service!” cried Joe promptly.
“So am I,” added Charley, and a dozen others also volunteered.
It was not long before those on the rear train were all gotten out, and
then the crowd ran forward.
The rear car of the front train was almost smashed to kindling wood,
and it was already burning in several places.
Those around had gotten out most of the sufferers, but could not get at
those who remained.
“Save me! oh, save me!”
It was the cry of a despairing woman.
The appeal came from the end of the car nearest to the wrecked engine.
The woman was caught under several seats, and the fire was but a few
feet away. Soon it would reach her and she would be burned where she
lay.
“I’m going in for her!” cried Joe bravely.
“No! no! I’ll go in!” exclaimed the conductor of the train.
He leaped into the battered car and began to crawl over the wreckage.
Soon he was directly over the woman.
The steam and smoke enveloped him like a thick cloud.
With herculean efforts he hurled the broken car seats right and left.
He raised them all excepting the last, which he could not budge.
“An ax!” he yelled. “Bring me an ax!”
Joe heard this cry and got the instrument and threw it toward him.
Crack! Whack! Bang!
The ax flew right and left.
The under car seat was smashed in a jiffy.
Then the conductor raised the woman in his arms.
With quick leaps he sprang through the smoke and flames.
The crowd was watching for him, and as he and his burden appeared they
set up a shout.
“Good for the conductor!”
Our hero helped place the woman on a grassy bank, and here a doctor
attended her and the other sufferers.
Stirring times followed, and both Joe and Charley did many deeds to
their credit.
It was not until an hour later that a train backed down from Cleveland
and took the dead and dying on board.
Joe and Charley boarded this train and half an hour later found them at
the depot in Cleveland.
Here Joe’s business for his father was quickly transacted, and then he
went off with Charley to visit the home of the latter’s uncle.
The two spent a most enjoyable time at Charley’s relative’s house, but
knowing their parents might be anxious concerning them, should they
hear of the railroad smash-up, they returned to Lockport much earlier
than had been their original intention.
The news of the accident had preceded them, and Joe found his folks at
the depot awaiting him.
“I’m so glad you are safe, Joe!” cried his mother, and folded him to
her breast.
This was Joe’s first and last accident on a railroad, but many
thrilling adventures on the wheel were still in store for him.