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Run, Kate Shelley, Run. Historical Account by Julia Pferdehirt. July 1881. Kate Shelley’s Home. Kate watching the trains as a child. Kate Shelley looking after her younger siblings after her father’s death. Friday. By Saturday, the ground was muddy and it was still raining.
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Run, Kate Shelley, Run Historical Account by Julia Pferdehirt July 1881
Kate Shelley looking after her younger siblings after her father’s death.
Wednesday The rain stopped, so Kate rushed to hang the laundry before it rained again.
The barn became flooded and Kate rushed to save the animals.
Kate looking out the window, while the other children were asleep.
Kate heard a crack like thunder, and another, and another. With a sounds like a cannon fire, the Honey Creek bridge, the engine, and four terrified crew members crashed into the roaring water.
“I’m going” Kate said. Kate’s mother gripped her arm. “No, Kate. You could be killed in that storm!” Kate grabbed that railroad lantern. “If Pa Were out there I’d go.” She said. “I have to do it, Ma.” Kate pulled on her barn coat and battered straw hat.
The water tossed trees and twisted metal like toys. Two men clung to branches surrounded by wreckage, they were screaming for help. The other two crew members had been washed away. Kate waved her lantern to say “Hold on. Just hold on. I’ll do something.”
Before Kate could think of a way to help the men a terrible thought struck her head. “The midnight express was scheduled to come through in less than an hour. The train, its crew, and two hundred passengers were right now, right this minute, headed toward Honey Creek, not realizing that the bridge was out.” It had sounded like cannon fire when Number 11 went down. It would sound like an entire war if the midnight express crashed into Honey Creek. Over 200 people could die. She had to stop that train!
Kate could see the station lights