At four o'clock on the morning of November 1873, an express train on the Lehigh Valley Railway, in America, was on the top mountain, eighteen miles above the city of Wilkesbarre, Among the passengers were the President of the United States and several members of his Cabinet, in a special each. From this point the grade was very steep, 7 and the road full of curves, It was the cus: tow to keep the brakes set all the way down.
they failed, disaster was sure to follow. Within a minute after the train started, the driver noticed that something had swldenly yone wrong with the brakes, The train kept pushing the engine. He reversed, but without checking the speed.
Seoing this, the' guard and one or two other train men jumped, and escaped with only slight injuries, The train now ran faster and faster, and a horrible death seemed waiting for all on board. The driver blew the whistle continuously to warn trains at the foot of the mountain of his approach, When the runaway passed Nescowas going at the rate of nearly an hour, and the faithful driver: stood at his post, bareheaded, holding on the mountain all the trains had got out of and still blowing the whistle. At the foot of
way except the rear end of a coal train whi was just shunting. Into this the passenger train dashed with a crash that was heard for miles around, knocking the coal cars in all directions. The passengers were badly shaken, and some were bruised, but none were killed, But where was the brave driver? Fron under the wreck of the overturned engine he was taken an hour afterwards, crushed and dying, but still able to speak. "Is the President safe' "he gasped. Yes, and every: body else," was the answer. "Thank God for that," he said, and never spoke again.
'A splendid deed, traly, yet there is not driver in a hundred who would not have stood to his duty with the same fidelity. Exposed toall sorts of weather, to constant danger, and Jaden with responsibility, the engine drivers have a commendable record, and deserve higher appreciation both by the companies ani by the public.
"Tam an engi driver." says Edward Roberts, "and have been for eleven years. My health was always good until July, 1885, hen something came over me that Tcouldn't account for. I felt tired, sleepy, and langui My stomach felt sort and cold. my month. rusted awfully bad, and my tongue was thickly coated. A disagreeable fluid came up into my mouth, and my appetite failed. No food, however light, ith me, and T ad great pain after eating anything at all. In ten minutes my stomach would be all in a ferment, and swell like " balloon does when the gas is running into it, Thad also a miser-tightness around my chest Later on [had awfat pain in the kidneys. I could not rest at night; I had dreadful drams, and would turn and turn in hed, but found no ease.
time went on I got weaker and weaker until L could scarcely crawl to my work, but having a large family to support I struggled on as best I could, when many another would have been confined to bed. As it was, my suffering was so great that I went to hed fas sot as I returned from my work. For over four years I went on in this fashion, about half alive and half dead, obtaining no relief from the medicines the doctors gave me, T took six bottles of pepsine, but it did no good, neither did the coven bottles of a medicine we sent over and got from Dublin. house, told me of a medicine called Mother Seigel's Syrup, and recommended me to try it; 50 I got a bottle from Mr. Wilson, at Drug Hall, Holyhead, and began taking it. Ina week I felt better, my stomach was easier, and my food digested and I gradually gained strength. By the time I had taken six bot-thes was as strong as ever. I could eat anything and have kept well ever since. I have told of my recovery everywhere, and many of my friends have used the Syrup with benefit. I wish my experience to be published, ies about my care.
9, Tyn Pwll Road, Holyhead."
What origi ought on this wretched attack of indigestion and dyspepsia—which through lack of the proper remedy became chronie~Mr. Roberts does not say, even if he knows. Probably the cause was exposure, and a hasty and irregular habit of eating. At all events he was fortunate in learning of Mother Seigel's Syrup before it was too late. We congratulate him on this pot, and are confident his frank statement will be of use to others of his honourable and responsible calling.
For one, the writer of these fines never lies comfortably back on the cushions in a first-class carriage on the excellent North-Western Railway without hoping (selfishly enough, to be sure) that all is well in mind and body with the man who drives the iron horse.
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