In the blackness before dawn, the Silver Meteor streaked through the South Carolina pine barren. In its Pullmans and dim-lit coaches, most of its capacity load of passengers were asleep. The three Diesel-powered locomotives which make it the fastest of the Seaboard Air Line's New York-Miami trains had a clear stretch of track toward that day's sunny warmth in Florida.
Then something happened. The second engine began to plow up track and ties. A broken rail speared through the third engine. Like a wounded giant it veered crazily, then rolled down 75 feet of embankment, jerked five of the train's...
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