One time a picture was being taken of a band of train wreckers who were supposed to tie the switchman to the track.
The switchman who transfers a train from one line to another?
"Und yer sthold dot coats fum mine vindo'," said a stout man shoving his fist under the switchman's nose.
At home they knew a switchman who lived in a little shanty just like this.
A switchman with a lantern was passing near the car, and Barclay called to him, "Is that headlight No. 2?"
It was all the same as far as telling the switchman was concerned.
The boys on this bobsled had stopped just before going over the track when the switchman at the crossing had lowered the gates.
"Yes, we get our milk at Mr. Hasting's place," answered the switchman.
He was employed as a switchman in East St. Louis a number of years, and was prominent in the great railroad strike of 1886.
The switchman of a decade ago could always be counted upon to fight.