ACQUIRING A MINNEAPOLIS ENGINE


| November/December 1955

Mendon, Utah

This 1915 vintage of 19 hp. direct flue, was almost on top of the mountain separating the valley of Cashe from the famous Bear Lake valley.

This engine was used on the now abandoned gold mine about 25 years ago to operate the hoist. Prior to that time it had its regular runs threshing and had done some ploughing. Late October had already done damage to late vegetation and a light fall of snow covered the mountains. The deer hunting season was on. I had been given a few hasty directions as to where to find this engine. I made the mistake of taking the wrong ravine. I continued on, higher and higher up the narrow and rough Canyon road. Finally I encountered a foot of snow in the narrow cut with perpendicular sides. Whizzing bullets from the hunters added no pleasure to the situation. My only alternative was to back down as there was no place to turn. I backed out of the snow to a little opening that gave a beautiful view to the green coil of Bear Lake with October's sun reflecting.

However, I was not so much interested in the scenery as I was in getting down the Canyon. With plenty of flat rocks around I built a turn table for the rear wheels of the Plymouth to roll on. Inch by inch I cramped the car. The slightest miss move would have sent us down the steep precipice of 200 feet. I also prayed as I was accustomed to in such predicaments. My prayers were answered as I finally headed the 50 Model down the Canyon. I came to a little flat and a lone hunter told me I was 50 rods from the engine but I would have to go down to the forks of the road and take the right hand fork.



The red wheels and the smoke stack I first sighted filled my bosom with rapture. One of the 'Great Minneapolis Lines' products I'd so of times in youth parused in the Annual Catalog. How my heart throbbed with joy as I veiwed the object of my search. Mr. Parker, the owner, was there arranging for its transport. Recalling the experience of the past hour, I said, 'How in the world are we going to get it down to the highway.

'I drove it up here on its own power,' Mr. Parker said. It seemed impossible with rocky sidling and sharp turns, steep and narrow places. The 18 hp. Minneapolis had actually climbed the difficult heights with Mr. Parker's able control some 25 years previous. However, the vandals had broken off all protruding pipes, brasses and some cast parts rendering the faithful servant unable to function before necessary repairs could be had.