EXPLOSION SCARE


| November/December 1955



R. D. 3, Box 2, Mitchell, Indiana

Howdy folks, another new year is here and as I said, brother how time flies, he said never mind the flies. No flies now but that was in July.

I have been trying all week to remember the name of Uncle Henry's old steam engine that he had in the year 1914 when I was fourteen years of age. The name Atherton comes to me.

The day he sold this engine he drove it up on one of the highest ridges in this country, on an old logging road all the way. He filled his engine tanks at the creek and expected to get over the ridge to the next creek. He failed to do so. Ran out of water at the tip of the big hill. He came to our house to get our wagon and team. Father was gone with the wagon so we went to get a neighbors help. This man, Mr. Terrill, was a good man to help his neighbors. Mr. Terrill, my brother and myself drove three-fourths of a mile to the creek with his two and our one barrel for water. We drove one mile on west to the high hill and set the wagon at the side of the engine. Mr. Henry says, 'Boys, this boiler is down to the frying pan level'. Mr. Terrill yelled, 'Hold off them valves till I get away from here.' So he went, hand on hat, down in the ravine behind the hill and in the timber.

I took a look at the water glass and saw just a little over one inch of water in the glass. My guess was that one inch of water with the front wheels of the engine up on a small bank, was safe enough. Mr. Henry got all the water he could use then called for Mr. Terrill to come back. Mr. Terrill came back and said, 'It's easier to run now than to try to outrun a slab of hot iron.' Mr. Terrill did not like to be around an engine unless he was sure the water level was up.

When I was 17 years of age I fired and took care of an engine most of one summer and I never did let the water get below the safe 2 inches in the glass.