Aledo Times Record 8-28-1924
JOHN W DILLEY, MERCER PIONEER, PENNED HIS EVENTFUL LIFE STORY HERE PUBLISHED FOLLOWING HIS DEATH
Served with Distinction in Civil War; Held Many Offices of Trust and Responsibility; Lived Here More Than Four Score Years
John W Dilley, aged 84, native of Mercer county, Civil war veteran, former county clerk, county treasurer, supervisor, deputy sheriff, alderman and mayor pro tem of Aledo, and holder of various other offices, died Friday, Aug 22, 1924, in the home of his son, Dan W Dilley, in Mercer township.
He was one of the oldest pioneers of Mercer county, and during his long career in public office and private life made many friends, who paused to do him honor as he was laid to rest in his native soil. The funeral was held Sunday afternoon at the Methodist Episcopal church in Aledo, his pastor, Rev Sidney A Guthrie, officiating, and burial was in Aledo cemetery.
Comrades Pay Last Tribute
The following Civil war veterans, members of Warren Shedd Post of which deceased was past commander, paid their last respects: Capt A.A. Rice, J.B. Felton, J.W. Edwards. J.P. Nesbitt, Geo W Pinkerton, F. C. Conningham, J.U. Roberts of Nebraska and W.H. Holmes
The pall bearers were Reuben and George Litzenberger, Ed N Guthrie, Frank Church, Will Duffiend and Elmer Fuller.
Mr Dilley was the son of William & Eliza Dilley, born January 16, 1840, in Greene Township, on the banks of Pope Creek within five miles of where he died. He spent all his life in this county, except the time he served his country in the Civil war. He was united in marriage Oct 26, 1865, to Mary J Rose, daughter of Daniel & Ellen Markee Rose.
Two Sons, Two Sisters, Survive
To this union three sons were born: Daniel W, William C, and John (deceased). The mother died Feb _, 1923, and William resides on the old homestead.
Mr Dilley was one of a family of nine children, five boys and four girls. Two sisters survived, Mrs J.H. Brown of Chappel, Nebraska, and Miss Samantha Dilley, who makes her home with her nephew, Dan W Dilley.
About five years ago, John W Dilley, at the request of relatives, wrote the story of his eventful life. It contains much to interest not only the relatives but the public in general, and for the latter reason is herewith reproduced.
AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF JOHN W DILLEY
I was born in Greene township, Mercer county, Illinois, on the 16th day of January, 1840, on the banks of Pope Creek. My earliest recollections are of seeing deer in great numbers from our very door, as many as 15 or 20 at a time and at certain seasons of the year the wolves would make night hideous with their howling. At this place my father had a carding machine and grist mill for grinding corn and knew personally most of the citizens of the county.
While living here we had a tame deer that ranged around the farm getting at times some distance from the house. Many times farmers who came to the mill having dogs would get after our deer, but one of them ever succeeded in catching it. It would run for the house and if the door was open, never stop until it would get inside.
Wild turkeys were in abundance. I remember of my Uncle John Moorehead, on one occasion shooting a wild turkey from a window of our house. I have seen thousands of prairie chickens on the trees and fences. I have seen my brother shoot dozens of them from our door. Deer meat was no rare thing in those days.
Sees Indians in Camp
My first trip was made overland with father, mother and my brothers and sisters by wagon to Marshall county, this state, crossing the Illinois river at Lacon. We there visited my uncle William Moorehead. I remember many things about this trip, although not yet six years old.
The next fall, 1846, father, mother and we children made a trip by wagon to my father's old home in Trumbull county, Ohio, to visit his mother, brothers and sisters. We were four weeks on the road. We visited a number of my father's and mother's acquaintances on the way. I saw many things new to me on this trip. We forded the Wabash river at Peru, Indiana, at which place we saw many hundreds of Indians. They were camped on the east bank of the Wabash, getting ready to move to some reservations farther west, I think in Iowa; as to that I am not certain. Their ponies were a great sight for us children. Indians were not much of a sight to father and mother, as they had seen many of them before; father having been at Rock Island and had seen Black Hawk on one of his visits there after the Black Hawk war.
Glimpses First Canal Boat
Before I was old enough to remember, the Indians came back here to hunt and would camp several weeks at a time. My mother told me of visiting their camps on these occasions.
Our trip through Indiana was through heavy timber and many places, swamps. We could scarcely get through. Log cabins were about all the houses in this thickly wooded country; occasionally a frame house; mostly small clearings with occasionally a large field.
I remember the then little town of Akron, Ohio. There I saw the first canal and the first canal boat I had ever seen. At this time there was no railroads in operation in any of the country we traveled over.
I think it was the last of August when we arrived at my Grandmother Dilley's. We remained there during that fall and winter and had it not been for father's sickness would have had the time of our lives. I had never seen any chestnuts or beech nuts. There was an abundance of both of these. My cousins, my brother and myself would go to the woods; they would cut down small beech trees that would be loaded with nuts. In a short time we would gather all we wanted; and chestnuts were plenty.
First Sight of a Railroad
My uncle had large apple orchards and the trees were loaded with fine apples, which was a great treat for us. We had no bearing apple orchards at that time.
We remained with my grandmother and uncles until April, 1847. We went to Warren, the county seat of Trumbull county, where we took passage on a canal boat, the first boat ride I had ever had except crossing the Illinois river on a ferry boat. We went down the canal and the Beaver river to the mouth of Beaver river, where we took passage on a steamboat down the Ohio river, stopping at all the principal towns and cities. Cincinnati, Louisville and St Louis were the largest on the river at that time.
At Louisville I saw the first railroad I had ever seen at that time; there was a track running around the falls, but was not in operation at that time. I don't remember the reason.
That was in the days of gambling and steam boat racing. I saw men gambling on the boat and what seemed to me to be a large amount of silver and gold stacked up on the gambling table. There was no secrecy about it, was where we could all see it.
Passengers in Boat Race
Our boat raced with another boat from Cincinnati to St Louis. Much of the time our boat was in the lead, but finally the other boat passed us an steamed into St Louis ahead of us. The passengers and officers seemed as much excited as if it had been a horse race, the large smoke stacks being so hot we could not go near them. We could see the firemen putting everything in the fire they could to make more heat.
Wood was used altogether in those days instead of coal. When they would stop to get wood, if they had a _______ on and unload as we steamed along,
This is a much longer narrative so if you would like an email attachment of the article, please contact me and I will send it to you.
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JOHN W DILLEY, MERCER PIONEER, PENNED HIS EVENTFUL LIFE STORY HERE PUBLISHED FOLLOWING HIS DEATH
Served with Distinction in Civil War; Held Many Offices of Trust and Responsibility; Lived Here More Than Four Score Years
John W Dilley, aged 84, native of Mercer county, Civil war veteran, former county clerk, county treasurer, supervisor, deputy sheriff, alderman and mayor pro tem of Aledo, and holder of various other offices, died Friday, Aug 22, 1924, in the home of his son, Dan W Dilley, in Mercer township.
He was one of the oldest pioneers of Mercer county, and during his long career in public office and private life made many friends, who paused to do him honor as he was laid to rest in his native soil. The funeral was held Sunday afternoon at the Methodist Episcopal church in Aledo, his pastor, Rev Sidney A Guthrie, officiating, and burial was in Aledo cemetery.
Comrades Pay Last Tribute
The following Civil war veterans, members of Warren Shedd Post of which deceased was past commander, paid their last respects: Capt A.A. Rice, J.B. Felton, J.W. Edwards. J.P. Nesbitt, Geo W Pinkerton, F. C. Conningham, J.U. Roberts of Nebraska and W.H. Holmes
The pall bearers were Reuben and George Litzenberger, Ed N Guthrie, Frank Church, Will Duffiend and Elmer Fuller.
Mr Dilley was the son of William & Eliza Dilley, born January 16, 1840, in Greene Township, on the banks of Pope Creek within five miles of where he died. He spent all his life in this county, except the time he served his country in the Civil war. He was united in marriage Oct 26, 1865, to Mary J Rose, daughter of Daniel & Ellen Markee Rose.
Two Sons, Two Sisters, Survive
To this union three sons were born: Daniel W, William C, and John (deceased). The mother died Feb _, 1923, and William resides on the old homestead.
Mr Dilley was one of a family of nine children, five boys and four girls. Two sisters survived, Mrs J.H. Brown of Chappel, Nebraska, and Miss Samantha Dilley, who makes her home with her nephew, Dan W Dilley.
About five years ago, John W Dilley, at the request of relatives, wrote the story of his eventful life. It contains much to interest not only the relatives but the public in general, and for the latter reason is herewith reproduced.
AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF JOHN W DILLEY
I was born in Greene township, Mercer county, Illinois, on the 16th day of January, 1840, on the banks of Pope Creek. My earliest recollections are of seeing deer in great numbers from our very door, as many as 15 or 20 at a time and at certain seasons of the year the wolves would make night hideous with their howling. At this place my father had a carding machine and grist mill for grinding corn and knew personally most of the citizens of the county.
While living here we had a tame deer that ranged around the farm getting at times some distance from the house. Many times farmers who came to the mill having dogs would get after our deer, but one of them ever succeeded in catching it. It would run for the house and if the door was open, never stop until it would get inside.
Wild turkeys were in abundance. I remember of my Uncle John Moorehead, on one occasion shooting a wild turkey from a window of our house. I have seen thousands of prairie chickens on the trees and fences. I have seen my brother shoot dozens of them from our door. Deer meat was no rare thing in those days.
Sees Indians in Camp
My first trip was made overland with father, mother and my brothers and sisters by wagon to Marshall county, this state, crossing the Illinois river at Lacon. We there visited my uncle William Moorehead. I remember many things about this trip, although not yet six years old.
The next fall, 1846, father, mother and we children made a trip by wagon to my father's old home in Trumbull county, Ohio, to visit his mother, brothers and sisters. We were four weeks on the road. We visited a number of my father's and mother's acquaintances on the way. I saw many things new to me on this trip. We forded the Wabash river at Peru, Indiana, at which place we saw many hundreds of Indians. They were camped on the east bank of the Wabash, getting ready to move to some reservations farther west, I think in Iowa; as to that I am not certain. Their ponies were a great sight for us children. Indians were not much of a sight to father and mother, as they had seen many of them before; father having been at Rock Island and had seen Black Hawk on one of his visits there after the Black Hawk war.
Glimpses First Canal Boat
Before I was old enough to remember, the Indians came back here to hunt and would camp several weeks at a time. My mother told me of visiting their camps on these occasions.
Our trip through Indiana was through heavy timber and many places, swamps. We could scarcely get through. Log cabins were about all the houses in this thickly wooded country; occasionally a frame house; mostly small clearings with occasionally a large field.
I remember the then little town of Akron, Ohio. There I saw the first canal and the first canal boat I had ever seen. At this time there was no railroads in operation in any of the country we traveled over.
I think it was the last of August when we arrived at my Grandmother Dilley's. We remained there during that fall and winter and had it not been for father's sickness would have had the time of our lives. I had never seen any chestnuts or beech nuts. There was an abundance of both of these. My cousins, my brother and myself would go to the woods; they would cut down small beech trees that would be loaded with nuts. In a short time we would gather all we wanted; and chestnuts were plenty.
First Sight of a Railroad
My uncle had large apple orchards and the trees were loaded with fine apples, which was a great treat for us. We had no bearing apple orchards at that time.
We remained with my grandmother and uncles until April, 1847. We went to Warren, the county seat of Trumbull county, where we took passage on a canal boat, the first boat ride I had ever had except crossing the Illinois river on a ferry boat. We went down the canal and the Beaver river to the mouth of Beaver river, where we took passage on a steamboat down the Ohio river, stopping at all the principal towns and cities. Cincinnati, Louisville and St Louis were the largest on the river at that time.
At Louisville I saw the first railroad I had ever seen at that time; there was a track running around the falls, but was not in operation at that time. I don't remember the reason.
That was in the days of gambling and steam boat racing. I saw men gambling on the boat and what seemed to me to be a large amount of silver and gold stacked up on the gambling table. There was no secrecy about it, was where we could all see it.
Passengers in Boat Race
Our boat raced with another boat from Cincinnati to St Louis. Much of the time our boat was in the lead, but finally the other boat passed us an steamed into St Louis ahead of us. The passengers and officers seemed as much excited as if it had been a horse race, the large smoke stacks being so hot we could not go near them. We could see the firemen putting everything in the fire they could to make more heat.
Wood was used altogether in those days instead of coal. When they would stop to get wood, if they had a _______ on and unload as we steamed along,
This is a much longer narrative so if you would like an email attachment of the article, please contact me and I will send it to you.
My email address is [email protected]
Aledo Times Record 8-28-1924
JOHN W DILLEY, MERCER PIONEER, PENNED HIS EVENTFUL LIFE STORY HERE PUBLISHED FOLLOWING HIS DEATH
Served with Distinction in Civil War; Held Many Offices of Trust and Responsibility; Lived Here More Than Four Score Years
John W Dilley, aged 84, native of Mercer county, Civil war veteran, former county clerk, county treasurer, supervisor, deputy sheriff, alderman and mayor pro tem of Aledo, and holder of various other offices, died Friday, Aug 22, 1924, in the home of his son, Dan W Dilley, in Mercer township.
He was one of the oldest pioneers of Mercer county, and during his long career in public office and private life made many friends, who paused to do him honor as he was laid to rest in his native soil. The funeral was held Sunday afternoon at the Methodist Episcopal church in Aledo, his pastor, Rev Sidney A Guthrie, officiating, and burial was in Aledo cemetery.
Comrades Pay Last Tribute
The following Civil war veterans, members of Warren Shedd Post of which deceased was past commander, paid their last respects: Capt A.A. Rice, J.B. Felton, J.W. Edwards. J.P. Nesbitt, Geo W Pinkerton, F. C. Conningham, J.U. Roberts of Nebraska and W.H. Holmes
The pall bearers were Reuben and George Litzenberger, Ed N Guthrie, Frank Church, Will Duffiend and Elmer Fuller.
Mr Dilley was the son of William & Eliza Dilley, born January 16, 1840, in Greene Township, on the banks of Pope Creek within five miles of where he died. He spent all his life in this county, except the time he served his country in the Civil war. He was united in marriage Oct 26, 1865, to Mary J Rose, daughter of Daniel & Ellen Markee Rose.
Two Sons, Two Sisters, Survive
To this union three sons were born: Daniel W, William C, and John (deceased). The mother died Feb _, 1923, and William resides on the old homestead.
Mr Dilley was one of a family of nine children, five boys and four girls. Two sisters survived, Mrs J.H. Brown of Chappel, Nebraska, and Miss Samantha Dilley, who makes her home with her nephew, Dan W Dilley.
About five years ago, John W Dilley, at the request of relatives, wrote the story of his eventful life. It contains much to interest not only the relatives but the public in general, and for the latter reason is herewith reproduced.
AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF JOHN W DILLEY
I was born in Greene township, Mercer county, Illinois, on the 16th day of January, 1840, on the banks of Pope Creek. My earliest recollections are of seeing deer in great numbers from our very door, as many as 15 or 20 at a time and at certain seasons of the year the wolves would make night hideous with their howling. At this place my father had a carding machine and grist mill for grinding corn and knew personally most of the citizens of the county.
While living here we had a tame deer that ranged around the farm getting at times some distance from the house. Many times farmers who came to the mill having dogs would get after our deer, but one of them ever succeeded in catching it. It would run for the house and if the door was open, never stop until it would get inside.
Wild turkeys were in abundance. I remember of my Uncle John Moorehead, on one occasion shooting a wild turkey from a window of our house. I have seen thousands of prairie chickens on the trees and fences. I have seen my brother shoot dozens of them from our door. Deer meat was no rare thing in those days.
Sees Indians in Camp
My first trip was made overland with father, mother and my brothers and sisters by wagon to Marshall county, this state, crossing the Illinois river at Lacon. We there visited my uncle William Moorehead. I remember many things about this trip, although not yet six years old.
The next fall, 1846, father, mother and we children made a trip by wagon to my father's old home in Trumbull county, Ohio, to visit his mother, brothers and sisters. We were four weeks on the road. We visited a number of my father's and mother's acquaintances on the way. I saw many things new to me on this trip. We forded the Wabash river at Peru, Indiana, at which place we saw many hundreds of Indians. They were camped on the east bank of the Wabash, getting ready to move to some reservations farther west, I think in Iowa; as to that I am not certain. Their ponies were a great sight for us children. Indians were not much of a sight to father and mother, as they had seen many of them before; father having been at Rock Island and had seen Black Hawk on one of his visits there after the Black Hawk war.
Glimpses First Canal Boat
Before I was old enough to remember, the Indians came back here to hunt and would camp several weeks at a time. My mother told me of visiting their camps on these occasions.
Our trip through Indiana was through heavy timber and many places, swamps. We could scarcely get through. Log cabins were about all the houses in this thickly wooded country; occasionally a frame house; mostly small clearings with occasionally a large field.
I remember the then little town of Akron, Ohio. There I saw the first canal and the first canal boat I had ever seen. At this time there was no railroads in operation in any of the country we traveled over.
I think it was the last of August when we arrived at my Grandmother Dilley's. We remained there during that fall and winter and had it not been for father's sickness would have had the time of our lives. I had never seen any chestnuts or beech nuts. There was an abundance of both of these. My cousins, my brother and myself would go to the woods; they would cut down small beech trees that would be loaded with nuts. In a short time we would gather all we wanted; and chestnuts were plenty.
First Sight of a Railroad
My uncle had large apple orchards and the trees were loaded with fine apples, which was a great treat for us. We had no bearing apple orchards at that time.
We remained with my grandmother and uncles until April, 1847. We went to Warren, the county seat of Trumbull county, where we took passage on a canal boat, the first boat ride I had ever had except crossing the Illinois river on a ferry boat. We went down the canal and the Beaver river to the mouth of Beaver river, where we took passage on a steamboat down the Ohio river, stopping at all the principal towns and cities. Cincinnati, Louisville and St Louis were the largest on the river at that time.
At Louisville I saw the first railroad I had ever seen at that time; there was a track running around the falls, but was not in operation at that time. I don't remember the reason.
That was in the days of gambling and steam boat racing. I saw men gambling on the boat and what seemed to me to be a large amount of silver and gold stacked up on the gambling table. There was no secrecy about it, was where we could all see it.
Passengers in Boat Race
Our boat raced with another boat from Cincinnati to St Louis. Much of the time our boat was in the lead, but finally the other boat passed us an steamed into St Louis ahead of us. The passengers and officers seemed as much excited as if it had been a horse race, the large smoke stacks being so hot we could not go near them. We could see the firemen putting everything in the fire they could to make more heat.
Wood was used altogether in those days instead of coal. When they would stop to get wood, if they had a _______ on and unload as we steamed along,
This is a much longer narrative so if you would like an email attachment of the article, please contact me and I will send it to you.
My email address is [email protected]
JOHN W DILLEY, MERCER PIONEER, PENNED HIS EVENTFUL LIFE STORY HERE PUBLISHED FOLLOWING HIS DEATH
Served with Distinction in Civil War; Held Many Offices of Trust and Responsibility; Lived Here More Than Four Score Years
John W Dilley, aged 84, native of Mercer county, Civil war veteran, former county clerk, county treasurer, supervisor, deputy sheriff, alderman and mayor pro tem of Aledo, and holder of various other offices, died Friday, Aug 22, 1924, in the home of his son, Dan W Dilley, in Mercer township.
He was one of the oldest pioneers of Mercer county, and during his long career in public office and private life made many friends, who paused to do him honor as he was laid to rest in his native soil. The funeral was held Sunday afternoon at the Methodist Episcopal church in Aledo, his pastor, Rev Sidney A Guthrie, officiating, and burial was in Aledo cemetery.
Comrades Pay Last Tribute
The following Civil war veterans, members of Warren Shedd Post of which deceased was past commander, paid their last respects: Capt A.A. Rice, J.B. Felton, J.W. Edwards. J.P. Nesbitt, Geo W Pinkerton, F. C. Conningham, J.U. Roberts of Nebraska and W.H. Holmes
The pall bearers were Reuben and George Litzenberger, Ed N Guthrie, Frank Church, Will Duffiend and Elmer Fuller.
Mr Dilley was the son of William & Eliza Dilley, born January 16, 1840, in Greene Township, on the banks of Pope Creek within five miles of where he died. He spent all his life in this county, except the time he served his country in the Civil war. He was united in marriage Oct 26, 1865, to Mary J Rose, daughter of Daniel & Ellen Markee Rose.
Two Sons, Two Sisters, Survive
To this union three sons were born: Daniel W, William C, and John (deceased). The mother died Feb _, 1923, and William resides on the old homestead.
Mr Dilley was one of a family of nine children, five boys and four girls. Two sisters survived, Mrs J.H. Brown of Chappel, Nebraska, and Miss Samantha Dilley, who makes her home with her nephew, Dan W Dilley.
About five years ago, John W Dilley, at the request of relatives, wrote the story of his eventful life. It contains much to interest not only the relatives but the public in general, and for the latter reason is herewith reproduced.
AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF JOHN W DILLEY
I was born in Greene township, Mercer county, Illinois, on the 16th day of January, 1840, on the banks of Pope Creek. My earliest recollections are of seeing deer in great numbers from our very door, as many as 15 or 20 at a time and at certain seasons of the year the wolves would make night hideous with their howling. At this place my father had a carding machine and grist mill for grinding corn and knew personally most of the citizens of the county.
While living here we had a tame deer that ranged around the farm getting at times some distance from the house. Many times farmers who came to the mill having dogs would get after our deer, but one of them ever succeeded in catching it. It would run for the house and if the door was open, never stop until it would get inside.
Wild turkeys were in abundance. I remember of my Uncle John Moorehead, on one occasion shooting a wild turkey from a window of our house. I have seen thousands of prairie chickens on the trees and fences. I have seen my brother shoot dozens of them from our door. Deer meat was no rare thing in those days.
Sees Indians in Camp
My first trip was made overland with father, mother and my brothers and sisters by wagon to Marshall county, this state, crossing the Illinois river at Lacon. We there visited my uncle William Moorehead. I remember many things about this trip, although not yet six years old.
The next fall, 1846, father, mother and we children made a trip by wagon to my father's old home in Trumbull county, Ohio, to visit his mother, brothers and sisters. We were four weeks on the road. We visited a number of my father's and mother's acquaintances on the way. I saw many things new to me on this trip. We forded the Wabash river at Peru, Indiana, at which place we saw many hundreds of Indians. They were camped on the east bank of the Wabash, getting ready to move to some reservations farther west, I think in Iowa; as to that I am not certain. Their ponies were a great sight for us children. Indians were not much of a sight to father and mother, as they had seen many of them before; father having been at Rock Island and had seen Black Hawk on one of his visits there after the Black Hawk war.
Glimpses First Canal Boat
Before I was old enough to remember, the Indians came back here to hunt and would camp several weeks at a time. My mother told me of visiting their camps on these occasions.
Our trip through Indiana was through heavy timber and many places, swamps. We could scarcely get through. Log cabins were about all the houses in this thickly wooded country; occasionally a frame house; mostly small clearings with occasionally a large field.
I remember the then little town of Akron, Ohio. There I saw the first canal and the first canal boat I had ever seen. At this time there was no railroads in operation in any of the country we traveled over.
I think it was the last of August when we arrived at my Grandmother Dilley's. We remained there during that fall and winter and had it not been for father's sickness would have had the time of our lives. I had never seen any chestnuts or beech nuts. There was an abundance of both of these. My cousins, my brother and myself would go to the woods; they would cut down small beech trees that would be loaded with nuts. In a short time we would gather all we wanted; and chestnuts were plenty.
First Sight of a Railroad
My uncle had large apple orchards and the trees were loaded with fine apples, which was a great treat for us. We had no bearing apple orchards at that time.
We remained with my grandmother and uncles until April, 1847. We went to Warren, the county seat of Trumbull county, where we took passage on a canal boat, the first boat ride I had ever had except crossing the Illinois river on a ferry boat. We went down the canal and the Beaver river to the mouth of Beaver river, where we took passage on a steamboat down the Ohio river, stopping at all the principal towns and cities. Cincinnati, Louisville and St Louis were the largest on the river at that time.
At Louisville I saw the first railroad I had ever seen at that time; there was a track running around the falls, but was not in operation at that time. I don't remember the reason.
That was in the days of gambling and steam boat racing. I saw men gambling on the boat and what seemed to me to be a large amount of silver and gold stacked up on the gambling table. There was no secrecy about it, was where we could all see it.
Passengers in Boat Race
Our boat raced with another boat from Cincinnati to St Louis. Much of the time our boat was in the lead, but finally the other boat passed us an steamed into St Louis ahead of us. The passengers and officers seemed as much excited as if it had been a horse race, the large smoke stacks being so hot we could not go near them. We could see the firemen putting everything in the fire they could to make more heat.
Wood was used altogether in those days instead of coal. When they would stop to get wood, if they had a _______ on and unload as we steamed along,
This is a much longer narrative so if you would like an email attachment of the article, please contact me and I will send it to you.
My email address is [email protected]
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