Identifier: greatlocomotivec01pitt (find matches)
Title: The great locomotive chase; a history of the Andrews railroad raid into Georgia in 1862
Year: 1910 (1910s)
Authors: Pittenger, William, 1840-1904
Subjects: Chattanooga Railroad Expedition, 1862
Publisher: Philadelphia, The Penn publishing company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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rst bag-gage car and behind the three empty freight cars, when Andrews said witha nod, Uncouple here and wait for me. Knight drew out the pin andcarefully laid it on the draw bar. Andrews came back to the door of ourcar and opening the door, said in his ordinary tone, not a shade louder ormore hurried than usual, Come on, boys; it is time to go now. Ourhearts gave a great bound at the word, but we rose quietly and followedhim. Nothing in this was likely to attract the attention of the few pas-sengers who still remained in the car; but it mattered little, for the timeof concealment was now past. Andrews glided forward very swiftly, andKnight, seeing him coming, hurried on before and jumped on the engine,where he at once cut the bell rope and, seizing the throttle bar, stood lean-ing forward with tense muscles, and eye fixed on the face of his leader. Andrews did not follow, but stood a step back from the locomotivewith one hand on the rail, looking at his men as they ran forward. Brown
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Seizing the Train. Capture of the Tram. 105 and Wilson (the other engineer and fireman) darted forward at the top oftheir speed and took their post beside Knight on the engine. As soon asthe rest of us reached the hindmost box-car we saw that its door was wideopen. Whether this was a mere happy accident, or whetner, as is morelikely, Andrews had gone forward before we reached the station andopened it, with his usual audacity, I do not know. But he motioned withhis hand to us saying, Get in ! Get in ! We needed no urging. Thefloor was breast high, but the hindmost shoved and lifted the foremost andwere themselves pulled up in turn. I helped to throw Shadrack up andhad my arm almost pulled off as I was dragged in by him a second after.All this time a sentry was standing not a dozen feet from the engine quietlywatching, as if this was the most ordinary proceeding, and a number ofother soldiers were idling but a short distance away. They had not madeup their minds what to say or do, and w

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