(Moody Photo)
But those passengers hadn’t long to wait; the passenger train came in, and see ’em pile aboard the open excursion cars for their ride through Mr. Atwood’s blooming lands. It isn’t unusual for 3,500 people to ride in a single day; sometimes 600 to a single train!
LOOK OUT! Oh, heavenly days; look at your shirt!
Well, people just have to learn that an engine full of water will spew that black slush all over you. Gosh! What a mess. Married?
Jump on: and be careful not to spatter your shirtful all over me.
Sit up there on the fireman’s shelf. There; how does this engine ride? A little more jerky than No. 7 but still no worse than lots of wide gauge pots I’ve been on. She’s got steam brakes. No. 7’s and 8’s are vacuum. Those two-footers used all kinds of things for brakes, from modern air to such childish devices as brakemen dragging their feet. They always managed to stop, though. And now they’ve stopped for good—all excepting the Edaville.
There’s the parlor car, for instance: got air and vacuum both on her. She used to run over the Sandy River and the Phillips & Rangeley, so when they built her she had the kind of brakes used by each road—vacuum and Westinghouse. No. 4 can pile you through the front window, with those steam stoppers of hers!
(Moody Photo)
The excursion train is ready to leave.