. Twining and his assistant, Mr. Cotten, and
these gentlemen also during the time I have been with them have shown me
every favor and consideration, which goes far towards making my work a
pleasure. In this connection also I mention the names of Jim Donohue,
traveling engineer; W. H. Smith, trainmaster, and P. Randoff Morris and
Jos. Jones, special agents, all jolly railroad men from A to Izard.

During my fifteen years' service I have met and served under many
different superintendents and to mention the names of them all, would
require a separate volume, but I will always hold them in kindly
remembrance as they all have without exception been kindness itself to
me.

Another old friend I have recently met on the steel road is William H.
Blood, at present one of the popular conductors on the San Pedro, Los
Angeles & Salt Lake Railroad. In the early seventies "Billy" was one of
the best cowboys ranging over the western cattle country. He was with me
on many of the old trails and in many a tight place, and like myself he
always came out right side up with care and none the worse for wear.

E. W. Gillett, at present general passenger agent of the Salt Lake road,
and one of the best known and most popular railroad men of the west, is
another friend of the old days it is my pleasure to meet often now. I
first met him under the following circumstances. I think it was in the
year 1874 along in the fall, I had been up the trail with some cattle
and was returning through Wyoming en route to Arizona. I had been riding
hard all day and as it began to get dark I sighted a small station on
the main line of the Union Pacific, and I concluded to give it a
passing call out of curiosity. As I drew near I noticed several
rough-looking customers hanging around in a suspicious manner, and I at
once concluded that they were robbers there for the purpose of holding
up the station. Events immediately following proved that I was right.
They had not noticed me and they proceeded to hold up the agent in true
western style, but that they had caught a tartar was evidenced by the
rattle of the agent's artillery. Of course it was out of the question
for me to miss such fun, so not waiting for an invitation I lost no time
in getting my own forty-fives in active operation, and in less time than
it takes to tell it what was left of those greasers were making tracks
for the nearest state line, while a red-headed youngster with a smoking
45 in his fist