Huggleston?
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Stoker?
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Beuller?
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(REMLR 235/MVCA 9) 80" -'49.(RUST), -'50 & '52. (53-parts) 88" -57 s1, -'63 -s2a -GS x 2-"Horrie"-112-769, "Vet"-112-429(-Vietnam-PRE 1ATF '65) ('66, s2a-as UN CIVPOL), Hans '73- s3 109" '56 s1 x2 77- s3 van (gone)& '12- 110
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(REMLR 235/MVCA 9) 80" -'49.(RUST), -'50 & '52. (53-parts) 88" -57 s1, -'63 -s2a -GS x 2-"Horrie"-112-769, "Vet"-112-429(-Vietnam-PRE 1ATF '65) ('66, s2a-as UN CIVPOL), Hans '73- s3 109" '56 s1 x2 77- s3 van (gone)& '12- 110
It seems to have run out of steam Digger.![]()
If you don't like trucks, stop buying stuff.
then stoke the boiler some more
22 May 1856: And up and up and up the mountain we go, making slow progress but the river behind grows ever smaller as we struggle up the slope toward the heavens higher and higher we go, no more than 100 yards today and many more to go until we reach the summit no damn you Stoker I said the summit passes are for the weak we can make the summit I tell you
23 May 1856: Once again I find myself trussed to the platform. Stoker's soul will writhe in Hell for this indignity. Even now he ignores the lofty summit of this mountain for the easy way of the pass. But already I can see the next peak ahead blow the whistle for me Stoker
Not THE Steam Waggon, but certainly A steam wagon.
4 July 1857: Mountains ever mountains shall we ever see level ground again? But Lo! before us lies a great Lake [Ross Lake] stretching far to the south and less to the north. Stoker presents to me an Interesting Fact, that the local Indians do refer to our course as the Medicine Line as United States Soldiers will not cross it medicine medicine the Line is my Medicine why does Stoker converse with the savages behind my back and not allow me the Right which is mine of negotiating our passage through this country he knows not [illegible]to Hell with the man I say!
Today we encountered some United States Cavalry, who did inform us that we are now in the Oregon Country, and that we are but eighty miles from the Pacific Ocean! What wondrous news, that we may fulfill our Destiny at last! And not to spend another winter in the mountains with Stoker poisoning me binding me and mocking constantly mocking he will pay pay pay damn the man to the deepest pits of Hell
The Cavalry were kind enough to escort us to their Fort, where a blacksmith was able to effect the many repairs needed to the Steam Waggon after many hard miles. The cracks in the Boiler are now repaired, steam lines are mended, and some real Oil for lubrication applied. And what food these soldiers enjoy! Fresh greens, bread, and potatoes, all things we have been denied these years in the wilderness I myself ate seven potatoes at one sitting, and more for breakfast the next day, potatoes potatoes how I have missed them but Stoker's head looks like a potato now that I see it I cannot dissemble myself from this illusion potato head, potato head! Stoker has a potato head! with melted butter
5 July 1857: Bound to my cot in the soldier's Fort. Damn the man.
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
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?
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.
found them all on the modlers forum, i think i got them all before i got locked out, something about maximim viewable posts
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