Tom Cypher's Phantom Engine





(Seattle _Press-Times_, Jan. 10, 1892)



Locomotive engineers are as a class said to be superstitious, but J.M.

Pinckney, an engineer known to almost every Brotherhood man, is an

exception to the rule. He has never been able to believe the different

stories told of apparitions suddenly appearing on the track, but he had

an experience last Sunday night on the Northern Pacific east-bound

overland that made his hair stand on end.



By the courtesy of the engineer, also a Brotherhood man, Mr. Pinckney

was riding on the engine. They were recounting experiences, and the

fireman, who was a green hand, was getting very nervous as he listened

to the tales of wrecks and disasters, the horrors of which were

graphically described by the veteran engineers.



The night was clear and the rays from the headlight flashed along the

track, and, although they were interested in spinning yarns, a sharp

lookout was kept, for they were rapidly nearing Eagle gorge, in the

Cascades, the scene of so many disasters and the place which is said to

be the most dangerous on the 2,500 miles of road. The engineer was

relating a story and was just coming to the climax when he suddenly

grasped the throttle, and in a moment had "thrown her over," that is,

reversed the engine. The air brakes were applied and the train brought

to a standstill within a few feet of the place where Engineer Cypher met

his death two years ago. By this time the passengers had become curious

as to what was the matter, and all sorts of questions were asked the

trainmen. The engineer made an excuse that some of the machinery was

loose, and in a few moments the train was speeding on to her

destination.



"What made you stop back there?" asked Pinckney. "I heard your excuse,

but I have run too long on the road not to know that your excuse is not

the truth."



His question was answered by the engineer pointing ahead and saying

excitedly:



"There! Look there! Don't you see it?"



"Looking out of the cab window," said Mr. Pinckney, "I saw about 300

yards ahead of us the headlight of a locomotive."



"Stop the train, man," I cried, reaching for the lever.



"Oh, it's nothing. It's what I saw back at the gorge. It's Tom Cypher's

engine, No. 33. There's no danger of a collision. The man who is

running that ahead of us can run it faster backward than I can this one

forward. Have I seen it before? Yes, twenty times. Every engineer on the

road knows that engine, and he's always watching for it when he gets to

the gorge."



"The engine ahead of us was running silently, but smoke was puffing from

the stack and the headlight threw out rays of red, green, and white

light. It kept a short distance ahead of us for several miles, and then

for a moment we saw a figure on the pilot. Then the engine rounded a

curve and we did not see it again. We ran by a little station, and at

the next, when the operator warned us to keep well back from a wild

engine that was ahead, the engineer said nothing. He was not afraid of a

collision. Just to satisfy my own mind on the matter I sent a telegram

to the engine wiper at Sprague, asking him if No. 33 was in. I received

a reply stating that No. 33 had just come in, and that her coal was

exhausted and boxes burned out. I suppose you'll be inclined to laugh at

the story, but just ask any of the boys, although many of them won't

talk about it. I would not myself if I were running on the road. It's

unlucky to do so."



With this comment upon the tale Mr. Pinckney boarded a passing caboose

and was soon on his way to Tacoma. It is believed by Northern Pacific

engineers that Thomas Cypher's spirit still hovers near Eagle gorge.





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