1854 Huggleston 4WD steam wagon, great read

This is a good read... all that is missing is the

"TUNE IN TOMMOROW FOR THE NEXT EXCITING EPISODE, WILL STOKER OUR HERO GET THROUGH UNHARMED, WILL HUGGLSTON COMPLETELY FLIP OUT AND KILL EVERYONE? WILL THEY MAKE IT TO THE 'OTHER SIDE'?

TUNE IN TOMORROW, SAME BAT TIME, SAME BAT CHANNEL...."


When/If they finish methinks HUGGLESTON will need some "hospital time" (like maybe the rest of his life.) I reckon that it would be interesting to hear everyone else version (stoker, the lima steam company/anyone else!!) because in there will be an interesting version of these events... When this is finished Im going to google earth the 49th parralell and look for the "fire trail"....


Hey, maybe this is what Nero's diary was like?

I am loving this, I hope for STOKERs sake they make it, (at which time HUGGLESTON will be able to name the HUGGLESTON Ocean!) but in another way I hope it goes on for a long time because I am finding it very enjoyable!


This could have been a stickly thread if you had have changed the waggon name to land rover (eg "I shall call it a land rover as it can rove the land free of the metal rails constraining other engines")


HUGGLESTONs real fortune was made from inventing MR POTATO HEAD wasn't it?

bravo my good man, bravo!....more popcorn and I shall be ready for the next installment.


digger

My dearest Digger, please ready your good self for the next installment.

6 August 1857: At last the sea the sea the blessed sea My Destiny fulfilled the sea the sea my destiny destin-sea my long journey is done and I can be rid of the damnable man Stoker there is a Seaport here and he can book passage East while I I I go on to greater things to fame and glory I can run the Steam Waggon and none will bind me to any hard steel rails no frayed smelling ropes none but blessed Freedom but Stoker's black soul lives on he has sent a Man to travel with me I know his real motives not to Travel but to Torment i sent him away away back to the pits of hell from which he sprang and to stoker i shall see to him before he sails I shall strike him down he can join his damned man he sends to spy upon me to steal the glory that is mine I shall have his potato head, potato head, potato head upon a platter but he is no john the baptist he is a demon sent to drive me insane with his red indian medicines and his ropes and his bear skin he can be buried in it or better yet left to rot, to rot and more potatoes shall sprout from his hideous neck and i shall have potatoes this evening as much as i can eat and tomorrow his head for breakfast or perhaps lunch if i sleep late as is my right as a gentleman then to the north to explore alaska territory to claim it from the smug british and the sneaky russians i shall have it all only a short trip mere weeks and i shall walk upon the bering sea and mock them in their fur hats and tsars tonight potatoes tomorrow stoker dies and to alaska the arctic circle and the north pole itself.

Damn damn damn you Digger, you are surely related to the psychic octupus for reasons which shall become clear in the fullness of time.

Damn you lothesome Digger, for I now post the very next part of this tale of grand adventure and your damnable octopus foresight has stolen it's thunder to such extent that none will believe it was forwritten but will suspect it merely a response to your damnable post.

"Well, it's clear Huggleston has left sanity far behind at this point. What fate awaits the faithful Stoker? And does Huggleston make it to Alaska?

Stay tuned for the exciting conclusion!"

more dam you more

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Originally Posted by Landy110

Damn damn damn you Digger, you are surely related to the psychic octupus for reasons which shall become clear in the fullness of time.

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WHAT??? THEY MADE IT TO WATER SO SOON? YAY & DAMN!

he really invented Mr potato head???? (OR IS IT "MR DAMN DAMN DAMN POTATO HEAD")

<<<EDIT- JUST READ AHEAD...AHH SORRY ABOUT THE BATMAN LIKE THUNDER STEALING.... IF I PROMISE TO BEHAVE WILL YOU PUBLISH SOME MORE........ PLEASE SIR CAN I HAVE SOME MORE????!!



IM WITH JOHNNO -PUBLISH MORE DAMN YOU MORE - SO MANY QUESTIONS AND THIS HAS ME SO HOOKED LOOK AT THE TIME STAMP, I GOT HOME FROM WORK AND LOGGED ON HOPING TO SEE THESE UPDATES!!!>>>


Im really glad the swear filter doesnt take out damn as it would be a bleak star filled thread if it did!

is it bad that I can identify with stoker and draw some comparisons with my heighrachy?

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Originally Posted by Blknight.aus

is it bad that I can identify with stoker and draw some comparisons with my heighrachy?

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That, my dear fellow, is a matter fo grand concern for you are in a field of great import. Damn the heighrachy, damn them I say.

Article from the Vancouver (BC) Times, August 9, 1857:

STRANGE DOINGS IN THE OREGON COUNTRY

STABBING, MAYHEM IN ROOMING HOUSE

MADMAN AT LARGE

THEFT OF DYNAMITE

Our Southern correspondent tells a tale of such strange behaviour that it beggars belief, yet Witnesses to the extraordinary events all verify their truth.
THE DARING ATTACK
At a Rooming House in Blaine, Oregon Country, a Philadelphia man, Felix Huggleston, attacked another man, his travelling Companion known only as Stoker, inflicting a most unusual though not mortal wound, later escaping the scene in a steam-powered wagon in which the pair had travelled more than 1,300 miles, from the port of Duluth on Lake Superior.

Witnesses report that Mr. Huggleston, who had been ill for a period of several months, entered the Rooming House via the kitchen, proceeded into the dining room where the Guests were enjoying breakfast. He then fetched up a fork and assaulted the man Stoker, inflicting several Wounds in the man's neck.

Captain Jonathan McPhee, of the steamer Mollie Ann, on which Stoker had booked passage to the East, said Mr. Huggleston "fought like a madman against the man Stoker, who had done nothing to provoke the attack. The madman carried on screaming about potatoes, for why I cannot say. Clearly the man was deranged."

Mr. Huggleston then bolted from the room. He was heard to shout, "I have killed him, Glory Hallelujia, at last I am free," despite not having killed or even seriously wounding Mr. Stoker. Mr. Huggleston then escaped the scene, steaming north atop a device which defies the imagination.

Captain McPhee described it best: It resembled in many aspects a Locomotive, but ran not upon steel rails but the ground itself, and at such great speed that mounted men could not catch him. Even the forest did not slow his progress, the great Locomotive knocking trees down as if they were tenpins! Never have I seen such a thing, nor do I ever wish to again."

THE DYNAMITE THEFT

While Guests of the Rooming House assisted the wounded Stoker, pressing clean cloths to his wound, the man stood up and exclaimed, "The Dynamite!" and ran bleeding to his first-floor room whereupon he did discover the lock Smashed, and a quantity of Dynamite he had hidden therein, to be Missing. "The poor fool, we must stop him!" cried Mr. Stoker, and he too ran from the Rooming House.

But so great was the speed of Mr. Huggleston's escape that none could hope to catch him.

Mr. Huggleston was last seen speeding to the north, toward our Fair City. Citizens should be warned that the man knows no Reason, and is armed with much Dynamite. Vancouver Police request that any who see the man or his Device should immediately contact them.

Another, from the Times, August 11, 1857:

MAD RAMPAGE ENDS

ENORMOUS EXPLOSION IN THE WOODS

CITIZENS ARE SAFE

Vancouver Police have stopped the madman Felix Huggleston, who escaped after attacking a man in the Oregon Country on August 8, as Huggleston approached the settlement of Surrey.

Police Constable Ulysses Draper reported: "Well, he was easy to find, wasn't he? What with the smoke, and the straight line of flattened trees. When we caught him up he was crossing the mud flats there, churning up a great spray, and none wished to approach. We blew our whistles and shouted for him to stop. Even then I could see the man was in mortal danger, as his machine's boiler was glowing red hot. But it was all over when he shoveled in the Dynamite."

The resulting Explosion could be heard for miles, and fragments of the glowing metal started several small fires.

The mad Mr. Huggleston is presumed dead, and of his Steam Waggon, nothing remains but smoldering wreckage slowly sinking in the mud, still steaming as it cools.

Letter received by Mrs. Anna Huggleston:

11 August, 1857

My dear Mrs Huggleston,

As you know it was my privilege to accompany your husband Felix on his expedition along the 49th Parallel. It is my sad duty to inform you that, although Felix completed the journey, he shall not be returning home. Felix was killed today as the boiler of his Steam Waggon exploded.

I would gladly escort his body home to you, but not a trace of him can be found. We must assume the worst, but know that he did not suffer, as the explosion was very powerful and mercifully quick.

I shall arrive by steamship on 9 September, and shall return to you Felix's journal which will, I feel, explain much.

Yours in service,

Stoker


And a totally unrelated (?) item, from the Vancouver Times Police Blotter, 20 December 1857:

9:00 P.M. Police were called to 19 Armory Lane, where a Citizen did complain of a man shouting "Potato head" but no man could be found.