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tore down through the Tacoma yards with its 

 broken whistle and smokestack. They had 

 changed some switches behind them and one 

 was on a track that had a fine hne of observa- 

 tion coaches that were w^aiting for the summer 

 trade. It didn't do much to them; there 

 wasn't enough left of them to tell whether they 

 were made at Dover, N. J., or Pullman, 111. 

 From there she went across the turn table into 

 the roundliouse and out through the brick 

 walls into the Puget Sound where she cooled 

 down, and they are still figuring on the cost 

 of the trip. As for Jap himself, on the fall 

 he got mixed badly and lost an arm and a leg 

 by compound fractures. His men escaped 

 with less injury but it didn't stop him; he got 

 a tricycle that he lives on, and in Tacoma you 

 will see the sign — it's popular with the rail- 

 road men — it reads, "Jap Libby, Railroad 

 Cigar Store." 



A long spell passed and we didn't do much 

 in Silverton outside of enjoying eacli other and 

 discussing neighbors. The town got to mak- 

 ing improvements after months of public 

 speaking and debates. We finally got a city 

 water works, and it seemed we used to use the 



