Bad luck moved fast and deviously one foggy night this week on the Chicago Great Western Railroad. On a siding at Tennant, on the Iowa plains, a freight engine crew scrambled from the cab when a steam pipe burst. With brakes somehow released, the locomotive backed into a string of cars and with reverse lever swung forward by the impact, reversed its direction. Passing its appalled engineer and fireman it swung out on to the main line, picked up a grain car ahead of it and disappeared into the mist. Up the main line...
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