NOTE: This is not Bloody Run but something similar to the grade. This legend should serve to prove why a conductor should NEVER engineer a takeover!

The legend continues! These poor lumberjacks were about to ride to their doom through the blunder of the conductor who had taken over the train. “Theirs not to reason why, theirs but to do and die”.

With smoke belching from her funnel, the train started, gradually acquirring headway, then quickly picked up speed upon reaching the head of the slope and became a mad runaway thing. The inexperienced conductor, his control of the train lost, was powerless to prevent the catastrophe to follow.

Rushing down a30% gradient, the engine was bounding and crazily lurching over the rough roadbed being hurled forward by that irresistable momentumof the big load of logs upon her. At the bottom of the valley and over a little trout stream, when the light engine began to make its climb into higher ground, the heavily loaded flats behind buckled, the forward ones catapulted in a nose dive into the sandy soil, coupling pins broke, cars piled up, stakes were smashed from their sockets, huge binding chains snapped, and flew through the air like small pipe stems.

The logs, released from their fastenings, rolled down the embankment, splinters and bark showered the air, and with it all was the sickening crunch of human bodies mngled in an extricable mass of arms, legs, heads, snow, and debris, accompanied by the groans and shrieks of dying men whose life blood now crimsoned the clear waters in the brook.

A score or more of human lives was the horrible toll exacted in payment for the terrible mistake of the conductor, and thus did the locality claim the name of “Bloody Run”. This story has run its course but that is not the end of the matter and Part Three coming your way tomorrow will tell the rest of the legend.