Short & Tall Tales many happy hours. A task force was sent to break into the undertaker’s shed. The coffin was propped against the bar.
Everyone rose and drank a solemn toast to good old Joe.
This actually happened. What can you say? It was more than a hundred years ago. And they were young.
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10.
“The Princess”
and the Pirates
A Legend from the Days of Sailing Ships
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Is it true, Dr. Bunker, that horseradish fumes still linger and make an invigorating atmosphere for tourists?”
“Absolutely, but please call me Tess.”
“Were your forebears horseradish farmers?”
“No, they were in shipping. Our town was the chief port for all of Lockmaster County, and my great-grandfather’s adventures as captain of the sailing vessel
“Your cousin told me that their victims were often made to walk the plank. He never mentioned the
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“A volley was fired across the bow of the
Immediately the lids came off the kegs, and the fumes rose like poison gas! The pirates choked and staggered blindly, while the crew—masked with wet rags—threw handfuls of the stuff and swung their crowbars. Overpowered, the pirates were dragged to the deck and heaved overboard.
“The pirate story is true, but there are many Bun-yanesque tales about our town, like the cargo ship powered by horseradish fumes before steam boilers came into use.”
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11.
Wildcattin’ with
an Old Hog
The Recollections of an “Old Hoghead”
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You were a master of your craft, I’m told. What does it take to make a good engineer?”
“L’arnin’ to start up slow and stop smooth. . . . L’arnin’
to keep yer head when it be hell on the rails. . . . Prayin’ to God fer a good fireman. . . . And abidin’ by rule G.”
“What’s the fireman’s job on a steam locomotive?”
“He be the one stokes the firebox an’ keeps the boiler steamin’. Takes a good crew to make a good run and come in on time. Spent my whole life comin’ in on time. Eleventh commandment, it were called. Now, here I be, an’ time don’t mean nothin’.”
“Why was it so important to be on time?”
“Made money for the comp’ny. Made wrecks, too . . .
takin’ chances, takin’ shortcuts.”
“Were you in many wrecks?”
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“Yep, an’ on’y jumped once. I were a youngun, dead-headin’ to meet a crew in Flapjack. Highballin’ round a curve, we run into a rockslide. Engineer yelled ‘Jump!’ an’ I jumped. Fireman jumped, too. Engineer were killed.”