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Dick Rail’s account, after he had come back from carrying the broken body down to the old Upton place in the country, and helping to lay it away in the old enclosure under the big trees on the hill, was this:

“By —-!” he said, when he stood in the yard, with a solemn-faced group around him, “we were late, and I was just shaking ’em up. I had been meaner’n hell to Jim all the trip (I didn’t know him, and you all didn’t neither), and I was workin’ him for all he was worth: I didn’t give him a minute. The sweat was rolling off him, and I was damnin’ him with every shovelful. We was runnin’ under orders to make up, and we was just rounding the curve this side of Ridge Hill, when Jim hollered. He saw it as he raised up with the shovel in his hand to wipe the sweat off his face, and he hollered to me, ‘My God! Look, Dick! Jump!’

“I looked and Hell was right there. He caught the lever and reversed, and put on the air and sand before I saw it, and then grabbed me, and flung me clean out of the cab: ‘Jump!’ he says, as he give me a swing. I jumped, expectin’ of course he was comin’ too; and as I lit, I saw him turn and catch the lever. The old engine was jumpin’ nigh off the track. But she was too near. In she went, and the tender right on her. You may talk about his eyes bein’ bad; but by —-! when he gave me that swing, they looked to me like coals of fire. When we got him out ‘twarn’t Jim! He warn’t nothin’ but mud and ashes. He warn’t quite dead; opened his eyes, and breathed onct or twict; but I don’t think he knew anything, he was so mashed up. We laid him out on the grass, and that young lady took his head in her lap and cried over him (she had come and seed him in the engine), and said she knew his mother and sister down in the country (she used to live down there); they was gentlefolks; that Jim was all they had. And when one of them old director-fellows who had been swilling himself behind there come aroun’, with his kid gloves on and his hands in his great-coat pockets, lookin’ down, and sayin’ something about, ‘Poor fellow, couldn’t he ‘a jumped? Why didn’t he jump?’ I let him have it; I said, ‘Yes, and if it hadn’t been for him, you and I’d both been frizzin’ in h–l this minute.’ And the President standin’ there said to some of them, ‘That was the same young fellow who came into my office to get a place last year when you were down, and said he had “run to seed.” ‘But,’ he says, ‘Gentlemen, it was d—-d good seed!'”

How good it was no one knew but two weeping women in a lonely house.