Ma Pettengill

Chapter 9

Ben had come along the year before Ed and got a steady job as brakeman on the railroad, over on the Coeur d"Alene Branch. He told me he was going to make railroading his life work and had started in at the bottom, which was smart of him, seeing he"d just come off a farm. They probably wouldn"t of let him start in at the top. Anyway, he was holding down his job as brakeman when Ed sailed in, taking orders for the Home Queen, and taking "em in plenty, too, being not only persuasive in his methods but a wizard on this here sewing machine. He could make it do everything but play accompaniments for songs--hemming, tucking, frilling, fancy embroidering. He knew every last little dingus that went on it; things I certainly have never learned in all my life, having other matters on my mind. He"d take a piece of silk ribbon and embroider a woman"s initials on it in no time at all, leaving her dead set to have this household treasure.

But Ed had tired of sewing machines, like he had of hypnotism and the double-headed Berkshire; and he never kept at anything a minute after it quit exciting him. Ben come down to Red Gap to see his cousin and they had quite a confab about what Ed should next take up for his life work.

Ben said it was railroading for his, and some day he"d be a general manager, riding round in his private car and giving orders right and left, though nothing but a humble brakeman now, and finally he talked Ed into the same exalted ambitions. Ed said he had often wanted to ride in a private car himself, and if it didn"t take too long from the time you started in he might give railroading a chance to show what it could do for him. Ben said all right, come over with him and he"d get him started as brakeman, with a fine chance to work up to the top.

So, after infesting a few more houses with the Home Queen, Ed went into his new profession. He told me, the last thing, that, even if he didn"t stick till he got to the top, it was, anyway, a fine chance for adventure, which was really the thing he had come west of Chicago for.

He said night and day he pined for adventure.

He got his adventure right soon after the company"s pay roll was adorned with his name. He"d been twisting up brakes on freight cars for ten days till the life looked tame to him, even with a private car at the end, and then all his wildest dreams of adventure was glutted in something like four minutes and thirty seconds. On this eleventh day after he"d begun at the bottom he started to let two big freight cars loaded with concentrates down the spur track, from one of the mines at Burke, having orders to put "em where the regular train for Wallace could pick "em up.

Burke is seven miles up the canon from Wallace and the grade drops two hundred and thirty-five feet to the mile, being a masterpiece of engineering. Ed gets his two cars to the main line, all right, whistling a careless ditty. Then when they should of stopped they did not. They kept sneaking and creaking along on him. He couldn"t get the brake of the forward car up very tight, and in setting the brake of the rear car, with a brakeman"s stick for a lever, he broke the chain. Then his two cars really started out looking for adventure.

Ed admits that he had the thrill of his life for seven miles. I guess his wildest cravings for adventure was appeased for the time. He flattened out at the rear end of the last car and let the scenery flash by. He said afterward it looked just one blurred mess to him. His two cars dropped the sixteen hundred and forty-five feet and made the seven-mile distance in four and one-half minutes by standard railroad time. Ed was feeling fairly good, never having rode so fast in his life before, and he was hoping nothing serious would get in the way before the cars slowed up on a level somewhere. He didn"t have long to hope this. His cars struck a frog at the upper end of the Wallace yard and left the track. The forward ends plowed into the ground and the rear ends swung over. Ed was shot through the air two hundred and thirty-five feet, as afterward measured by a conscientious employee of the road, and landed in a dump of sawdust by the ice house.

It seems Ben was working in the Wallace yard that day and was the first man to look things over. He put a report on the wire promptly and had a wrecking outfit there to minister to these two injured box cars, and a gang of Swedes repairing the track in no time at all. Then someone with presence of mind said they ought to look for Ed, and Ben agreed; so everybody searched and they found him in this sawdust. He looked extremely ruined and like this little adventure had effected structural modifications in him. He certainly had been brought down out of control, like Squat says, but he was still breathing; so they took him over to the Wallace Hospital on a chance that he could be put together again, like a puzzle. A doctor got to work and set a lot of bones and did much plain and fancy sewing on Ed the adventurer.

So there he was, bedfast for about three months; but, of course, he begun to enjoy his accident long before that--almost as soon as he come to, in fact. It seemed to Ed that there had never been so good an accident as that in the whole history of railroading, and he was the sole hero of it.

He pa.s.sed his time telling the doctor all about it, and anyone else that would drop in to listen: just how he felt when the cars started downhill; how his whole past life flashed before him and just what he was thinking about when the cars poured him off. He was remembering every second of it by the time he was able to get on crutches. He never used that old saying about making a long story short.

First thing he did when he could hobble was to take a man from the resident engineer"s office out to the point where he"d left the rails and tape his flight, finding it to be two hundred and thirty-five feet. That hurt his story, because he had been estimating it at five hundred feet; but he was strictly honest and accepted the new figures like a little man.

That night Ben come in, who"d been up round Spokane mostly since the accident, and Ed told him all about it; how his flight was two hundred and thirty-five feet. And wasn"t it the greatest accident that ever happened to anybody?

Ed noticed that Ben didn"t seem to be excited about it the way he had ought to be. He was sympathetic enough for Ed"s bone crashes, but he said it was all in the day"s work for a railroad man; and he told Ed about some other accidents that was right in a cla.s.s along with his and mebbe even a shade better. Ed was peeved at this; so Ben tried to soothe him.

He said, yes, indeed, all hands had been lucky--especially the company.

He said if them two cars hadn"t happened to strike soft ground that took the wheels they"d been smashed to kindling; whereas the damage was trifling. This sounded pretty cold to Ed. He said this railroad company didn"t seem to set any exaggerated value on human life. Ben said no railroad company could let mere sentiment interfere with business if it wanted to pay dividends, and most of them did. He said it was a matter of dollars and cents like any other business, and Ed had already cost "em a lot of good hard cash for doctor"s bills. Then he admitted that the accident had been a good thing for him, in a way, he being there on the spot and the first to make a report over to the superintendent at Tekoa.

"I bet you made a jim-dandy good report," says Ed, taking heart again after this sordid dollars-and-cents talk. "It was certainly a fine chance to write something exciting if a man had any imagination. You probably won"t have another chance like that in all your career."

"My report pleased the Old Man all right," says Ben. "He"s kind of had his eye on me ever since. He said the way I worded that report showed I wasn"t one to lose my head and get hysterical, the way he had known some green hands to do."

"I"ll certainly have to have a look at that report," says Ed. "Probably you did get a little bit hysterical at that seeing there was lots of excuse for it."

Ben says no, he can"t remember that he was hysterical any, because the high-cla.s.s railroad man must always keep his head in emergencies. Ed says, anyway he knows it must of been a corking good report, and he"ll sure have a look at it when he gets to stepping again.

All the same, it begun to look to Ed like his accident wasn"t being made enough of. It come over him gradually. Of course he"d got to be an old story round the hospital and people was beginning to duck when he started talking. Then, after he got on crutches he"d hobble about the fatal spot, pointing out his route to parties that would stay by him, and getting "em to walk over two hundred and thirty-five feet to where he was picked up lifeless. And pretty soon even this outside trade fell off. And right after that he begun to meet new trainmen and others that had never heard a word about the accident and looked at him like they thought he was a liar when he told the details. He was coming to be a grouchy nuisance round Wallace. Even the doctor said he"d be glad when Ed got entirely well again.

Ed couldn"t understand it. He must of thought the company should stop all trains for five minutes every day at the hour of his mix-up, or at the very least that the president of the road and the board of directors ought to come down in a special car and have their pictures taken with him; and a bra.s.s tablet should be put up on the ice house, showing where his lifeless carca.s.s was recovered. And of course they would send him a solid gold engraved pa.s.s, good for life between all stations on all divisions. But these proper attentions was being strangely withheld. So far as Ed could see, the road had gone right on doing business as usual.

He couldn"t understand it at all. It seemed like he must be dreaming. He wrote to Ben, who was still up the line, that this here fine report he had made must of got lost; anyway, it seemed like the company had never got round to reading it or they wouldn"t have took things so placid. By now he was pinning all his hopes to this report of Ben"s if any justice was going to be done him in this world. He"d tell parties who doubted his story that he guessed they"d believe him fast enough if they ever got an eye on Ben"s report, which was made on the spot, and was so good a report, though not hysterical, that it had drawn compliments from the division superintendent.

It occurs to him one day that he ought to have a copy of this report if he is ever going to be set right before the world. He suspects crooked work by this time. He suspects mebbe the company is keeping the thing quiet on purpose, not wanting the public to know that such wonderful accidents could happen to its faithful employees. So he talks to Charlie Holzman, the conductor of Number 18, and wants to know would it be possible to sneak this report of Ben"s out of the files over at Tekoa.

Charlie says that wouldn"t be possible, but he"s going to lay over at Tekoa the very next night and he"ll be glad to make a copy of the report.

Ed says he hates to keep Charlie setting up half the night writing, or mebbe all night, because Ben has told him the report was a good one.

Charlie says he"ll get help if necessary. Ed says get all the help necessary and he"ll pay the bill, and not to leave out even the longer descriptive parts, because if it"s as well written as Ben says it is he may have it printed in a little volume for sending round to his friends.

The next day Ed is sunning himself on the station platform when Number 18 steams in. He"s told a lot of people that Charlie is bringing this report and he"s aiming to read it aloud, just to show "em what a man can pa.s.s through and live to tell of it. Charlie swings down and hands him one folded sheet of yellow paper. Ed says, what"s the matter--couldn"t he get to copy the report? Charlie says the report is all there on that sheet, every word of it. One sheet! And Ed had been expecting at least forty pages of able narrative, even without hysteria. Even before he looks at it Ed says there is crooked work somewhere.

Then he read Ben"s report. It didn"t fill even the one sheet--not more than half of it. It merely says: "Brakeman Steptoe had trouble holding two cars of concentrates he was letting down from the Tiger-Poorman mine at Burke. Cars ran to Wallace and left track. Steptoe thrown some distance. Right leg and arm broken; left shoulder dislocated; head cut some. Not serious."

It was unbelievable; so Ed did the simple thing and didn"t believe it.

Not for one minute! He says to Charlie Holzman: "Charlie, I know you"re honest; and, furthermore, you are a brother Moose. You"ve brought me what"s on file in that office; so now I know there"s a conspiracy to hush my accident up. I"ve thought so a long time--the way people acted round here. Now I know it. Don"t say a word; but I"m going to take it up with Ben at once. Good old Ben! Won"t he be in a frenzy when he finds this paltry insult has been sneaked into the files in place of his report on me!" So into the station he goes and wires Ben up the line to come there at once on account of something serious.

Ben gets in that night. He thought Ed must be dying and had got a lay-off. He goes over to the hospital and is a mite disappointed to find Ed ain"t even worse, but is almost well and using only one crutch.

Ed first makes sure no one can overhear, then tells Ben about this conspiracy, showing him the false report that has been smuggled into the files in place of the real one Ben had sent in. It takes Ben a couple of minutes to get the idea of what Ed is so worked up over. But he finally does get it. He then sweeps all ideas of a conspiracy out of Ed"s mind forever. He says his talk is all nonsense; that this here is the very report he made, every word of it; and, as to that, if he had it to write over again he could shorten it by at least six words, but he must of been excited at the time. He says he has already told Ed that the Old Man complimented him on it because he hadn"t lost his head and got hysterical, showing he had the makings of a good railroad man in him. And what had Ed expected, anyway? Didn"t he know that your superiors want the simple facts in cases of this kind and no fancy work, wanting chiefly to know about damage to the rolling stock and how long before the main line will be open? Ed must be crazy, making him get a lay-off just for this!

Had he looked for some verses of poetry about his accident, or a novel?

Ben wasn"t any novelist and wouldn"t be one if you give him a chance. He was just a brakeman, with a bright future before him.

Ben was quite indignant himself by this time thinking of two days" pay lost, and Ed could hardly believe his own ears. He just set there, swelling up like a toad in a very feverish way. "But "some distance,""

says Ed in low tones of awe. "You say I was thrown "some distance," like it was a casual remark. Is that any way to talk about a man hurled two hundred and thirty-five feet from start to finish?--which I can prove by the man that taped it. Why, any one would think them two cheap box cars was the real heroes of this accident. No one would dream that a precious human life was at stake. And "Not serious!" And "Head cut some!"

Great suffering cats! Was that any way to talk about a fellowman--not to say a first cousin?"

Ben was pretty mad himself now and swore right out--at least the only oath he ever swears, which is "By doggie!" He says, by doggie, it ain"t his fault that Ed was so brittle! And, by doggie, he wasn"t going to let family affection interfere none with his career, because it wouldn"t be right by the children he hopes some day to be the father of! Then he got his temper back and tried patiently to explain once more to Ed that what a railroad company wants in such cases is facts and figures, and not poetry--chiefly about the rolling stock. He says Ed can"t expect a great corporation, with heavy freight and pa.s.senger traffic, to take any deep personal interest in the bone troubles of a mere brakeman.

It was about here, I guess, that Ed"s feelings must of overcome him.

He saw it was no use bandying words any more; so he started to do foul murder. He committed several acts of frightfulness on Ben with his crutch, seeming quite active for a cripple. Ben finally got out of range and went and had some st.i.tches took in his own scalp. He swore, by doggie, he was through with that maniac forever! But he wasn"t through.

Not by no means!

Ed was now well enough to stand shipping; so he come down to Red Gap and started to work. He couldn"t get round with his machines yet; so he got a new Home Queen and parked himself in the doorway of a vacant store and made embroidered hat marks for the mult.i.tude at one dollar a throw. Yes, sir; he congested traffic there on Fourth Street for about two weeks, taking a strip of satin ribbon and embroidering people"s initials on it, so they could sew it in their hats and know whose hat it was. Hardly a hat in town that didn"t have one, with thrilled crowds looking on while he done it.

I begged him to take it easy and stay at my house till he was strong again; but he wouldn"t. He said he had to do something just to keep from thinking. Of course the poor lollop had never been able to think under any circ.u.mstances; but it sounded good. And, of course, he told me his trouble. I don"t believe he held back the least little thing from the beginning of the accident down to the time he lammed Ben with his crutch.

He now blamed everything on Ben. He said neither the company nor any one else could take his accident seriously after that lying report Ben put in. No wonder there hadn"t been any real excitement about it. He was right bitter.

""Some distance" Ben says I was thrown. I should think it was some distance! I"ll bet it"s farther than any other man was ever thrown on their whole rotten system. And "Not serious"! Great Jeeminetty! What would have to happen to a person before he"d call it serious? Oh, I"ll make him take that back if ever I get to be the man I once was! The only trouble with Ben is, he hasn"t anything here and he hasn"t anything here"--Ed put his hand first on his head and next on his heart, to show me where Ben hadn"t got anything--"and that kind of trash may make fine railroad men, but they hadn"t ought to be cla.s.sed with human beings.

Just wait till I get firmly knitted together again! You"ll see! I"ll certainly interfere with that man"s career a-plenty. "Not serious!" He won"t make any such report about himself when I get through fussing with him. He certainly does need handling--that Ben Steptoe."

And so on for half an hour at a time, while he might be st.i.tching G. W.

G. in purple letters on a strip of yellow satin ribbon. I used to stop on purpose to hear some more about what he was going to do to Ben when he got to be the man he once was.

Pretty soon he had identified all the hats in Red Gap; so he moved over to Colfax with his Home Queen, and then on to other towns. It was spring again before he seemed to be the man he once was. He wrote me from Tekoa that if I read in the papers about something sad happening to Ben I wasn"t to be alarmed, because, though it would be serious enough, it would probably not prove fatal if he had skilled nursing. So I watched the papers, but couldn"t find any crime of interest. And a few days later Ed come over to Red Gap again. He looked pretty good, except for an overripe spot round his left eye.

"Well, did you lick Ben?" I says.

"No; Ben licked me," he says.

I"d never heard such a simple and astounding speech from any man on earth before. I started to find out what his excuse was--whether he wasn"t in good shape yet, or his foot slipped, or Ben took a coupling pin to him, or something. But he didn"t have a single word of excuse. He ought to of been locked up in a gla.s.s case in a museum right there. He said he was in fine shape and it had been a fair fight, and Ben had nearly knocked his head off.

I says what is he going to do now; and he says oh, he"ll wait a while and give Cousin Ben another go.

I says: "Mebbe you can"t lick Ben."

He says: "Possibly so; but I can keep on trying. I have to protect my honour, don"t I?"

That"s how it seemed to the poor fish by this time--his honour! And I knew he was going to keep on trying, like he had said. If he had made the usual excuses that men put up when they"ve had the worst of it I"d of known he"d been well licked, and once would be a-plenty. But, seeing that he was probably the only man who had been honest under such conditions since the world began, I had a feeling he would keep on. He was sure going to annoy Ben from time to time, even if he didn"t panic him much.

He was just as turbulent as ever. Now he went off and joined a circus, being engaged to lecture in front of the side show about the world"s smallest midget, and Lulu the snake empress, and the sheep-headed twins from Ecuador. And Ben could devote the whole summer to his career without worry. I saw him over at Colfax one day.

"Mark my words; that lad was never cut out for a railroad man," says Ben.

"He lets his emotions excite his head too much. Oh, I give him a good talking to, by doggie! I says to him: "Why, you poor little hopeless, slant-headed, weak-minded idiot, you"--you know I always talk to Ed like he was my own brother--"what did you expect?" I says. "I"m quite sorry for your injuries; but that was the first chance I"d ever had to make a report and I couldn"t write one of these continuous stories about you.

You ought to see that." And what does he do but revile me for this commonsense talk! Tightminded--that"s what he is; self-headed, not to say mulish, by doggie! And then pestering round me to have a fist altercation till I had to give in to keep him quiet, though I"m not a fighting character. I settled him, all right. I don"t know where he is now; but I hope he has three doctors at his bedside, all looking doubtful. That little cuss always did contrary me."

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