THE DAY WHEN AN AMERICAN-ABEL TRACTOR WAS DISABLED

By Walter Gerling
Published on January 1, 1968

Winfield Alberta, Canada

It was in the early summer of 1907, June I believe, that David
Reed, who had previously that spring purchased a second-hand, new
the year before, complete American-Abel threshing outfit, also
sawmill with planer. He had just finished his first sawing job when
my father, who had a fairly low down wagon, had the job of hauling
the husk to the next place of sawing on a homestead close to our
place, west of the Blind Man River, northwest of Bentley. The roads
or trails those days were not too good, but my father had succeeded
in getting through with his load to beyond our place to within half
a mile of the next setting. Mr. Reed and his assistant were also
moving the engine the same day down to the river, crossing it in
the morning which went quite well except for getting up a steep
incline or bank after crossing the river. Here the engine,
reversing itself, went back down the hill three times before they
finally got up. Here they stopped for a little while to fix a check
valve on the engine, where me and my brother met them close to a
bend in the trail so the machine came into view all at once. A
scene not to be soon forgotten.

The engine number 1777 was painted in white letters on the red
dome on the boiler. All the other paint on the machine was still
bright, so to me at the time it was the most beautiful thing on
wheels. The owner, Mr. Reed, wasn’t hard to look at either,
standing as he did six feet of perfect manhood, as the saying
goes.

Soon the outfit started moving. They had plenty of help, two on
the engine, assistant wood bucker, four horses on the tank wagon,
and I was alongside admiring it. I always did like a steam engine.
The fireman invited me to ride on the tool box on the engine
platform. I rode that way a little while, but preferring to go
alongside, I was soon off.

On approaching a low soft place on the trail, they stopped to
find a more solid crossing nearby. Here me and my brother started
for home as it was soon dinner time.

The outfit proceeded on its way till they came to the worst
place they had to cross. It was corduroyed part way across with
heavy enough logs. Instead of putting more logs in the missing
part, they tried to get across as it was, resulting in the engine
mired down. Now on this particular size, the 22 H.P. simple the
boxing cap on the main bearing nearest to the disk has only two
bolts to hold it and one of these was already broken or missing.
When they were trying to get out either backward or forward, piling
in posts or rocks, anything for the drivers to get a grip on. They
kept on until the remaining bolt snapped off, too, resulting in a
bent connecting rod, also main shaft was sprung as it pushed out of
the disk side bearing. The other bearing or pillow block on the
flywheel side was broken in two, necessitating a new one from the
factory. Some gear teeth broke part way across, too, and other
smaller parts were damaged. After removing the flywheel with the
aid of block and tackle, Mr. Reed took the main shaft to a machine
shop at Ponoka to be straightened. Not having any wagon or horses
of his own, he borrowed a wagon from us and a team from the man who
he was to saw for.

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