Democratic Sentinel, Volume 8, Number 19, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 6 June 1884 — A THRILLING EPISODE. [ARTICLE]

A THRILLING EPISODE.

A iMOßottTe Engineer’! Instinct—Mew Ha Saved a Train and How Ha Saved Him* sett • On one of the darkest and stormiest nights of the reoent unusual winter, the express on one of the leading New York railroad was moving westward from Albany. The engine’s headlight threw a strong reflection in ad' vance, but the storm was so blinding it was almost Impossible to distinguish anything even at a short distance. I'nder such circumstances instinct necessarily takes the T>laoe of sight. All seemed to be going well, when, in an instant, the engineer reversed hi 6 engine, applied the air brakes, and came to a full stop. Why he did so he could not tell any more than any of us can account for the dread of coming disaster and death, and to the wondering Inquiry of ills fireman he simply said: “1 feel that something’s wrong.” Beizlng a lantern he swung himself down from the cab and went forward to investigate. Everything appeared to be right, and he was about to return to his engine when his eye caught sight of a peculiar appearance at the joint of the rail next to him. Brushing the accumulated snow away, ho looked a moment, and then uttered an exclamation of horror. The rails on both sides had been unspiked and would have turi\ed ever the instant the engine touched them. What inspired this attempt at trainwrecking is unknown, but it was presumed the confederates of some prisoners who weae on the train hoped, in tie contusion of an accident, to deliver their friends. Engineer John Donohoo, of Albany, to whesj wonderful Instinct was duo the salvation of the train, when asked .hy the writer wby he stopped his engine said: “I oan’t tell why. I only know I felt something was wrong.” “Bo you have those feelings often when upon the road?” continued the writer. ” No, very seldom, although fer the past twenty years I have been In a condition to feel apprehension at almost anything.” “ How is that?” ‘‘Why, I have been a victim of one of the worst cases of dyspepsia ever known. I have not been confined to my bod, as, like thousands of others, I am compelled to work whether able or not. Indeed, when it first began I had only a loss of appetite, a faint feeling that would not go away, and a bad taste in the mouth, but I finally got those terrible craving and gnawing feelings that make life so unbearable, and are known as general debility.” “What did you do?” “ I tried physioians until I became discouraged. I gave eight different ones fair tests, but none of them benotHel mo. 1 then tried proprietary medicines, but they failed, likewise. It looked pretty dark tor me ro far as any more poaoc or enjoyment In this world were concerned, and I became terribly discouraged. ’■ “You certainly do not look that way now.” “Oh, no, Indeed, lam In perfect hea.th now,” was the reply, * and I propose to continue so. My nervousness Is entirely gone; I can sleep nights; the aching numbness has disappeared; the pale, sickly appearance has given place to the color of health, and I have readily put on flesh. This is what has been accomplished by means of Warner’s Tippecanoe. If I can be cured after a chronic illness of nearly a quarter of a century, 1 beIteve all sutlering in a similar manner can be restored by using the same great remedy.” vßuch is the testimony of a man who could del eot and remove unseen danger on the road, but could not remove the dangers from within his own system until brought face to face with the great preparation above named which did ■o much for him and can do as much for all those who require It.