Tacoma, Ohio, tells this interesting experience while he was representing the Gaar Scott Company many years ago
Recently when looking over copies of old copies and reports, I came across this one
A party made an inquiry for a 10 hp. engine and a plain 24' thresher to be delivered in his barn lot and pay cash.
In following up the inquiry at quite a distance from the main line of the railroad I made inquiry where Jake lived. A German fellow said, 'Shake, the up country Dutchman who runs a Thresh Box a mile up the creek.'
It being as fine a June day as one could wish for and having all day I walked up to see Jake. I found him counting the bolts he would have when he tore up the Thresh Box, as he called it. It surely was an out of date affair. Once run by tread power but he now run it with a little old steam portable engine, also a curiosity. Beam and weight for a relief valve and an old tallow cup for a lubricator.
Father, mother, son and all the family had studied the catalog and were anxiously waiting for a cash price after it was run into the place.
I informed him that in paying cash it would have to be before it was unloaded from the freight car and pay the freight to a station nearly 20 miles away.
Jake, his wife and elder son gave an order for the Rig but still insisted that someone come and help unload and run it out. This was agreed to with their help.
Early in July the outfit arrived. Jake was on hand but was somewhat put out when there was no water in the boiler when it left the factory. I told him they never did that for anyone and if they did he would have to pay extra freight for the water. By the time received for the Rig and freight, filled the boiler and unloaded it was about dark.
Jake took time to explain to his friends the bargain he got and he expected income from his investment and got keyed up somewhat from something stronger than water.
I made it plain to him that in the morning we expected to make a start for his place by daylight and if he was in that plight the Rig would set and I was going out on the first train. He said he would get as drunk as a Mountain Owl and still do more than his boy who would be on hand early in the morning and never tasted liquor.
The following morning we got a day-light start with plenty of coal. Water was plentiful along the road. The road followed the river and was none too good. Some few miles out we met the son and tank wagon. We switched the team to the thresher and the tank to the engine and a chain from tank to thresher as the team had had a long trip that morning. The team soon got wise and let the engine do the pulling. By nightfall we came to a bad bridge across the little river. We decided to let the team take the thresher across the bridge and the engine and tank would go around to a good bridge. On investigation I found a good fording place a half mile up. We had to go through a farmers field but he readily consented.
The next morning we took advantage of the fording and got over fine. That day we encountered bad roads and were out of coal. We had to rely on wood for fuel, which was plentiful but none too good. We had to keep a good head of steam. Jake began grumbling, 'enshine worn out already.' Soon I found a piece of tin and put it on the grate bars next to the flues. And how that little ten fired then. Jake said, 'damn good enshine when you know what to do.' Jake nearly all the way insisted on a full glass of water. I used two or three inches. Jake said, 'whoever will my enshine blow up pays me if alive.'
The rest of the trip was up and down. Some very steep but short hills. One, where I insisted the team do some pulling fearing we might get stuck, but we got up and then to Jake's barn yard. I then hustled to the Little New York station to get a main line train. This was one well remembered trip forty five years ago.