MY EXPERIENCES AS AN ENGINEER

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25 hp. Minneapolis return flue No. 35 24 once owned by Bennie Myran, R. D. 3, Chetek, Wis., and he says this was the best handling engine he owned and the easiest steamer
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A Freak Huber. Ever hear of one? This engine was a cover feature on the May-June issue of 1954. It has an 18 hp. relapped boiler and a rebuilt 16 hp engine. Mr. Hugh E. Bieber of Huntington, Ind., gives us this information and says, It was the nicest engi
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Mr. Leo R. Kaiser, R. D. 3, Freeport, Illinois, with his steam traction engine now used for threshing. Taken August 1954

Highland View Farm, Cochranville, Pennsylvania

It was at the Farm Show in Harrisisburg, Pa., in January 1949
that my friend Arthur T. Young of Kinzers, Pa., showed me a copy of
the Farm Album Magazine. This was the first I knew that there was a
publication such as this. As I looked over its pages the more the
long ago began to stir within me, that urge to pull the throttle,
the response of the steam going into the cylinder, the monster of
steel began to move. Well, it all seemed to come back to me. The
more I read the more interesting it got, and the more I dug up my
own happy experience with the steam engine.

It was while at home with my father on the farm, near Atglen,
Pa., I had my first experience. Father did some threshing for the
neighboring farmers, first with the Andes thresher built at
Mechanicsburg, (Leola) Pa., a portable engine, but soon got a
Peerless which I dared to run sometimes. Well, that’s all it
took to get me started. Then later, he purchased a used Birdsell
and gave me charge of it. To me, that Birdsell was all anyone could
wish for, threshing, baling, sawing wood for the neighbors. It was
a thrill for me that I have never gotten over.

In the meantime I worked some in the winter months for Fisher
and Sellers, Gap, Pa., where they operated an up-to-that-day
machine shop. The experience that I got there I never regretted but
as time went on I read about the great wheat belts of Kansas and
the Northwest and got the urge within me that I wanted to see some
of these large threshing outfits that you read about in the
Northwest and new frontier country where wheat just grew and grew,
acres of it. So some of us young fellows talked about taking a trip
out west to see for ourselves.

On February 20, 1954, three of us decided to make the venture.
It was David Kauffman, David Hertzler of Morgantown, and myself.
They left a few days before I did. I left Lancaster on the
Pittsburgh express on the 20th of Feb., 1904. About noon Kauffman
boarded the same train at Huntingdon. Our first stop was Orrville,
Ohio. We stayed around there about a week then stopped for a few
days at Millersburg and at West Liberty, then took the train again
to Goshen, Indiana. After a visit to the College we arrived in
Chicago, Illinois, on March 21st. We hunted up a Hershey Leaman,
formerly of Paradise, Lancaster County, Pa., who now had charge and
was Superintendent of the Mennonite Home Mission where we stayed a
few days. But he wanted us to see some of the town, so he mustered
Abram Eby, also a Lancaster County chap to take us around. He took
us to the Stock Yards and slaughter house where we saw meat going
into cans at a tremendous rate, or at least we thought so. Other
places were the Masonic Temple with its 19 stories, the Montgomery
Ward Building with its tower up 305 feet. It was a little hard on
the neck looking up but we made it. Then Marshall Field’s fine
store, and he also showed us where the Iroquois Theatre burned,
taking a number of lives, and also did not miss showing us where
the J. I. Case headquarters were with the famous steam engine.
Well, we also had to see the public library and go through under
the river by way of a tunnel then a trip on the rapid transit with
its famous loop. The art museum held some wonders for us and we
finally wound up at the Pacific Garden Mission and back to Hershey
Leamans for the night.

Left Chicago for Kalano, Iowa, on the 23rd. Got there but I was
dead broke, no money. Soon found a job on Sam Miller’s sawmill,
operated by a large steam engine, but I did not have the job as
engineer but off-bearer. I stood it for about six weeks or till I
had a little money, and we learned that threshing was starting in
Oklahoma. And anyway I thought I knew all there was to know tugging
away at the heavy green slabs. So on the 14th of April, Hertzler
and I left Iowa for Kansas. Kauffman had left about a week
previous. Stopped for a night with John Stoltzfus family at Olathe,
Kansas, whose brother Gideon was a Bishop in the Millwood Church at
home, near Gap, Pa. From there we left next day for Newton, then
Hesston, Kansas. There we met up with Kauffman at the home of Chris
Hertzler, formerly of Morgantown, and a relative of the one in our
group. Wheat was coloring there fast but not ready to cut.

To pass the time we took a hand at digging telephone pole holes
where the company was erecting its rural telephone lines, but
because of the gumbo, we did not last long at that, at ten cents a
hole. Then I soon got a job with Jacob White of near Truesdale,
shocking wheat, and such wheat as it was, stood tall as man and
jack rabbits running everywhere, but try to catch one. Well, while
here anxious for work, it rained nearly every day. Then to pass the
time Mr. White had us help him cut cockle burrs out of his corn
field. Wading through water with pants rolled up to the knees, and
learning that harvesting was on in Nebraska, we took the train
August 1st, for Shikley, Neb. While from the train on the way we
saw much wheat being cut and threshing going on. We arrived at
Shickley where I met my cousin Joe Mast and immediately next day
started hauling wheat to the thresher with his team. (By the way, I
forgot to say that while in Kansas we did some visiting with Dave
Schertz formerly from Morgantown, our home community. He had two
threshing outfits. Naturally we had to inspect the outfits and give
the tractors a quick once over). But we did not stay long in
Nebraska. We were anxious to get to the Dakotas, hoping for a job
of our liking.

August we left Schikley for points north, going by the way of
Omaha, Sioux City, Salem, Huron, Oakes, where the train which was a
mixed one with freight cars and a few passenger coaches with slat
seats stopped long enough for us to get off and inspect a few great
big gas tractors, the first we ever saw. Next stop was Jamestown
then on to Leeds on the Great Northern Railroad. All along this
route, hoboes, as they called them were hiking a ride. The train
crew would stop occasionally and chase them off but by the time
they would get started again many of them were on again going north
to the harvest fields. All this was exciting, especially so when
the brakeman left his revolver fall and the train had to back until
they found it. From Leeds we went to York where we tried to get a
place in a hotel but there was no room anywhere. They were having a
dance or something going on. We explained our desperate situation
to the livery man who was kind enough to allow us to sleep in his
hay loft, agreeing that he would drive us out in the country the
next morning. Well, morning came at last but there was plenty of
whooping and noise about nearly all night.

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