On the Pennsylvania Railroad's Columbus-to-Dayton stretch a section gang working near Selma, leaned on their tools one morning last week to watch the crack St. Louisana whip by on its way from Manhattan to St. Louis. As the flyer thundered past there was a tremendous gasp from the big, black K-4 locomotive, and from the cab belched strange clouds of steam. On toward nearby Cedarville it hissed, roared over the Main Street crossing with no warning blast, came to a wheezing stop at the town's westerly limits. But no human hand had thrown...
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