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THE ALTOONA FREIGHT WRECK (Fred Tait-Douglas, Carson Robison) They had just left the point at Kittanning Freight number Twelve Sixty Two She traveled right on down the mountain And brave were the men in her crew. The engineer pulled at the whistle For the brakes wouldn't work when applied And the brakeman climbed out on the car tops For he knew what the whistle had cried. With all of the strengtrh that God gave him He tightened the brakes with a prayer, But the train kept right on down the mountain And her whistle was piercing the air. And on down the grade she went racing She sped like a demon from Hell With the engineer blowing the whistle And the fireman was ringing the bell. She traveled at sixty an hour Gaining speed every foot of the way, And then with a crash it was over, And there on the track the freight lay. The engine was broken to pieces, The freight cars were thrown far and near And a mile up the track lay the wreckage The worst wreck in many a year. It's not the amount of the damage, Or the value of what it all cost, It's the sad tale that came from the cabin Where the lives of two brave men were lost. They were found at their posts in the wreckage, They died when the engine had fell; The engineer still held the whistle, And the fireman still hung to the bell. THis story is told of a freight train, And it should be a warning to all-- You should be prepared every minute, For you cannot tell when He'll call From Scalded to Death by the Steam, Lyle Recorded by Vernon Dalhart, 1926 note: The wreck occurred in Pennsylvania in November, 1925 @railroad @wreck @death filename[ WRCK1262 TUNE FILE: WRCK1262 CLICK TO PLAY RG Apr98 |
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