A Tricky Bet

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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 14
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1982
Type Text
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Language eng
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Holding Institution Snow College
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Date Created 2005-03-01
Date Modified 2005-03-01
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Title A Tricky Bet
Description The other contestant, the train, had a tiny steam engine followed by the tender, which carried a supply of coal and water. There was always a baggage car and coach, and on this day there was a freight car. Unlike the Double Malleys that lugged long trains over Soldier's Summit, this locomotive was no behemoth; and unlike the horse, it had no adrenalin glands that could be stimulated, but with much hissing of steam it chugged along reliably. Illogical as it may be, people are inclined to bet on what they know and like. The people of Sanpete didn't know the racing merits of Pete's white mare from those of Adam's off ox. Besides they loved their very own Sanpete Valley Railroad, held the train crew in high esteem, and were in-clined to back the abilities of the train in any contest. Much as they loved the train, they still made fun of it. Names of the jokesters have not came down to us, but some stories may have been told by a jocular Dane, who gave his im-agination free rein. He compared the train's tortuous climb up the mountainside with that of a fast-growing pea vine as it climbs up its supporting fence and dubbed the train the "pea-vine." The moniker stuck. At that time railroads enjoyed a monopoly on transporta-tion. Conductors were inclined to be surly; some were grouchy. That was not conductor Bradley's style. He was tall, handsome, affable and accommodating. He promoted business for his employ-er. People who knew him would want him to win the bet. The engineer on the train, Sam Parry, was a friendly chap. At an uncertain time in the afternoon, as the train neared home base in Manti, he would pull heavy and long on the whistle cord. With the sound reverberated from canyon to canyon, Sam was saying, "Hear ye, hear ye, Manti, one and all. We've made it again. We're back." Reduced to its barest running gears, the race was between a good horse and the Peavine. And yet, before placing one's last dollar in jeopardy, it might be smart to broaden the equa-tion to include the resourcefulness of wily Peter Meyers. Any wrinkles up his sleeve? The train stood immobile beside the station but with steam pressure up and ready to go. The sound of the hissing steam made the mare dance. At a weak toot of the whistle, signal for the race to start, the mare bounded forward, cloppity-clop toward the mouth of the canyon. -87-
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Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 14
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-19
Date Modified 2005-02-19
ID 325357
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