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By G. J. Christiano (contact)
When the storm first hit New York City, the temperature
was mild as a light rain began to fall on March 11th, gradually
increasing in ferocity. By March 12th these torrential rains changed
to heavy snow and buried the unprepared city in drifts of up to thirty
feet deep! The temperature plunged and winds reached over eighty
miles per hour. This continued for the next 36 hours. Sources vary
on the total devastation caused by this massive storm, but over 400
people lost their lives, some 200 in New York City.
This snow storm became legendary, earning the nickname "The Great
White Hurricane," after it paralyzed the East Coast from the
Chesapeake Bay to Maine. Ships at sea sunk or were grounded,
telegraph and telephone wires were down cutting off communication
between major cities. All transportation was immobilized. An
estimated $25 million was caused in property damage from fires alone.
Many cities were hard hit by the blizzard, but New York City was hit
hardest of all.
In New York City, by noon on Monday, the snow had fallen
to depths of between two to five feet, with drifts piling up over
fifteen to thirty feet in many sections of the metropolis.
On Tuesday, the East River was so thoroughly coated with
ice that many people were able to walk across from Brooklyn to
Manhattan. This was soon stopped by several tugs which chopped up the
ice.
Conditions were bad in stores in and around Manhattan.
By Monday morning, few milk or bread wagons were able to make
deliveries. Food shelves were almost bare! Few stores were even
open. Some owners attempted to clean their walks, but the gale threw
back two shovels-full for every one flung into the air. People who
had to be out during the blizzard had some strange experiences:
One man suffered a gash on his forehead when he fell into
a snow drift.The drift was soft and deep, but his head struck the
leg of a dead horse buried there.For some time afterward, the man
showed his friends the wound and boasted that he was the first person
ever kicked by a dead horse.
Another strange incident occurred to a middle aged
gentleman on his way home in Manhattan.The man had walked for some
distance and was finally overcome by the cold.He staggered to a
lamppost for support, hoping he would regain his strength.Instead he
fell asleep. His face began to freeze to the post and the cold numbed
his jaws, shrinking them so they could no longer hold his false
teeth. Finally, he woke from his stupor and stumbled home. There he
collapsed from cold and exhaustion. The following morning, he
realized his false teeth were gone! He returned to the lamppost and
found them there, firmly stuck to the ice on the post.
In the suburbs, the snow drifts reached fantastic
heights. A man living on Long Island had to leave his house to buy
some needed groceries. He set out on a homemade pair of snowshoes
for a store about a mile away. He walked on top of snowdrifts, but
did not realize how huge they were. Then he looked down and saw some
very tall trees. He realized that the drifts were about sixty feet
high!
It was many weeks before the last signs of the deepest
snow drifts disappeared. It was reported that one tremendous drift
lasted until July!
In the years after the blizzard, the weather in New York
changed. It was thought that the city would never be struck so
heavily by snow. Nevertheless, at 3:20 in the morning of December
26, 1947, a great snowstorm began. It snowed almost continually until
shortly after three o'clock in the morning of the next day. About
twenty-five inches of snow fell.
Toward the afternoon on the first day, New Yorkers were
having difficulty getting home. Buses and taxis were jammed and were
skidding and stalling all the way.
Many people were forced to spend the night in poorly
heated train coaches. Others decided to try to walk home, but were
forced to sleep in hotels the following day.
Some of the figures of the 1947 storm include 106,000,000
tons of snow removed, 9,800 autos had to be dug out of great snow
mounds, and 18,000 men were hired to rid New York of its countless
drifts.
But because of the lack of wind, that winter storm was
not a blizzard. Therefore, it could not be placed in the same
category as the big Blizzard of 1888. The'88 Blizzard would go down
in history as one of the worst natural disasters to befall a major
city.
There is no overstating the significant impact
this tragedy had on the metropolis, especially on transportation. The
resulting standstill on the elevated lines resulted in the city
adopting a plan to build subways. This plan was formulated in 1894
and eventually construction on the subway began in 1900. The Blizzard
of 1888 was reported at length in all the newspapers. It took many
days for the city to dig its way out and took even longer to recover
fully from such a severe blow.
The following are excerpts from major New York City
dailies pertaining to the devastating nor'easter that struck the East
Coast from March 11 through March 14, 1888.
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THE
NEW
YORK
TIMES · TUESDAY
MARCH
13TH, 1888
IN A BLIZZARD'S GRASP. The worst storm the city has ever
known. Business travel completely suspended.
New York
helpless in a tornado of wind and snow which paralyzed all industry,
isolated the city from the rest of the country, caused many accidents
and great discomfort, and exposed it to many dangers.
The storm of wind and rain, which began to sweep over
this city and the neighborhood on Sunday evening, gathered force as
the night progressed. The temperature began to fall albeit and snow
descended in succession and the wind be- came boisterous. Before
daylight dawned yesterday a remarkable storm, the most annoying and
detrimental in its results that the city has ever witnessed, was in
full progress.
When the people began to stir to go about their daily
tasks and vocations, they found that a blizzard, just like those they
have been accustomed to read about as occurring in the far West had
struck this city and its environs and had held an embargo on the
travel and traffic of the greatest city on the continent. What the
presence of a blizzard meant was soon manifest.
Before the day had well advanced, every horse-car and
elevated railroad train in the city had stopped running; the streets
were almost impassable to men or horses by reason of the huge masses
of drifting snow; the electric wires- telegraph and telephone --
connecting spots in the city or opening communication with places
outside were nearly all broken; hardly a train was out from the city
or came into it during the entire day; the mails were stopped, and
every variety of business dependent on motion or locomotion was
stopped.
Thus the city, to a great extent, was at a standstill
yesterday, and the prospects are not much better for to-day. People
vexed at the collapse of all the principal means of intercommunication
and transportation became reflective, and the result was a general
expression of opinion that an immediate and radical improvement was
imperative. So the blizzard may accomplish what months, if not years,
of argument might have failed to do.
Probably it had not been for the blizzard the people of
the city might have ignored one for an indefinite time enduring the
nuisance of electric wires dangling from poles, of slow trains running
on the trestlework, and slower cars drawn by horses in the streets
dangerous with their center tearing rails. Now two things tolerably
certain that a system of a really rapid transit which cannot be made
inoperable by storms must be straightaway devised and as speedily as
possible constructed and that all the electric wires -- telegraph,
telephone, fire alarms, and illuminating -- must be put underground
without any delay.
The elevated roads and the elevated electric wires are
not only made useless by a severe storm, but they are made dangerous.
The city is liable to be put into darkness and the consequent perils.
There is also that danger of conflagration through the failure of the
fire alarm wires.
To the great majority of municipal and suburban
New-Yorkers the great blizzard was a surprise party of the worst
kind. It began soon after midnight, and those who work on the
newspapers -- editors, reporters, compositors, pressmen, as well as
the news vendors -- went home between 2 and 4 o'clock yesterday
morning realizing that an unusual tempest had begun. So did the
marketmen and milkmen when they turned out for their usual labors.
The milkmen, in fact were in many cases unable to get any
milk at the stations on account of the non-arrival of the trains; the
news vendors did not have the morning papers at the houses, and the
bakers failed to come round with the morning rolls. Thackeray says
that it is the small ills of life that worry the most, and probably
thousands of New-Yorkers yesterday morning -- good, steady churchgoing
heads of families when they had to get through their breakfasts
without their favorite newspaper, their hot buttered roll, and their
fragrant coffee enriched with the boiling milk began to seriously
question whether life was worth living after all, with all those
trials and tribulations to undergo.
As early as 7 o'clock the snow had got a good deal too
deep for stout men to travel in with ease and the rapidity with which
it grew worse was simply marvelous. The wind seemed to have a
rotatory (sic) motion as well as a terrible direct propelling force.
It had a power of slinging the snow into doorways and
packing it up against the doors; of sifting it through window frames
of piling it up in high drifts at street corners, of twirling it into
hard mounds around elevated station, such as most New-Yorkers had
never seen before. For the first time in their lives they knew what a
Western blizzard was.
Not that the wind was at all content with such doings.
They were merely its playful tricks. Its spite was shown in driving
showers of sleet and icy shot into one's face that stung worse than
the stings of the modest hornets. If the hapless pedestrian tried to
escape by turning his face away the first thing he knew an extra gust
took him, whirled him around like a teetotum, and giving him a
----- ----- (?) that blinded him and generally used him up so that
he didn't know anything, left him to his fate for the once entirely
and completely discouraged.
In looking back at the events of yesterday the most
amazing thing to the residents of this great city must be the ease
with which the elements were able to overcome the boasted triumph of
civilization, particularly in those respects which philosophers and
statesmen have contended permanently marked our civilization and
distinguished it from the civilization of the old world -- our
superior means of intercommunication. Before the fury of the great
blizzard they all went down, whether propelled by steam or
electricity. The elevated trains became useless; so did the telegraph
wires, the telephone wires, the wires for conveying the electric
lights, the wires for giving the alarms of fire. And, worse than
useless, they became dangerous.
It is hard to believe in this last quarter of the
nineteenth century that for even one day New-York could be so
completely isolated from the rest of the world as if Manhattan Island
was in the middle of the South Sea.
THE
NEW
YORK
SUN · TUESDAY
MARCH
13TH, 1888
BLIZZARD WAS KING. The Metropolis Helpless Under Snow.
Hardly a Wheel Turns. Business Knocked Flat as if By a Panic.
Plays, Trials, Funerals, all Postponed. Fifty Train Loads
of Passengers Stuck on the Main Lines. Electric Lights
Out. Mighty little news got into town or got out of it. The
Elevated Roads After a Day's Paralysis Get a Half Hold Again
on Travel.
It was as if New York had been a burning candle upon
which nature had clapped a snuffer, leaving nothing of the city's
activity but a struggling ember.
At little after 12 o'clock on Sunday night, or Monday
morning, the severe rain that had been pelting down since the moment
of the opening of the church doors suddenly changed to a sleet storm
that plated the sidewalks with ice. Then began the great storm that
is to become for years a household word, a symbol of the worst of
weathers and the limit of nature's possibilities under normal
conditions.
At a quarter past 6 o'clock, when the extremely modified
sunlight forced its way to earth, the scene in the two great cities
that the bridge unites was remarkable beyond any winter sight
remembered by the people. The streets were blocked with snowdrifts.
The car tracks were hid, horse cars were not in the range of
possibilities, a wind of wild velocity howled between the rows of
houses, the air was burdened with soft, wet, clinging snow, only here
and there was a wagon to be seen, only here and there a feebly moving
man.
The wind howled, whistled, banged, roared, and moaned as
it rushed along. It fell upon the house sides in fearful gusts, it
strained great plate glass windows, rocked the frame houses, pressed
against doors so that it was almost dangerous to open them.
It was a visible, substantial wind, so freighted was it
with snow. It came in whirls, it descended in layers, it shot along
in great blocks, it rose and fell and corkscrewed and zigzagged and
played merry havoc with everything it could swing or batter or bang or
carry away.
It was Monday morning, when a day of rest from shopping
had depleted the larders in every house, and yet there were no milk
carts, no butcher wagons, no butcher wagons, no basket-laden grocer
boys, no bakers' carriers. In great districts no attempt was made to
deliver the morning papers. The cities were paralyzed.
Few of the women who work for their living could get to
their work places. Never, perhaps, in the history of petticoats was
the imbecility of their designer better illustrated. "To get here I
had to take my skirts up and clamber through the snowdrifts," said a
wash-woman when she came to the house of the reporter who writes
this. She was the only messenger from the world at large that reached
that house up to half past 10 o'clock.
"With my dress down I could not move half a block," It
was so with thousands of women; the thousand few who did not turn back
when they had started out. Thus women were seen to cross in front of
THE SUN office and at many of the busiest corners up town. But all
the women in the streets assembled together would have made a small
showing. They are said to be much averse to staying in, but they
stayed in as a rule yesterday. At half past 10 o'clock not a dozen
stores on Fulton street in this city, had opened for business. Men
were making wild efforts to clean the walks, only to see each
shovelful of snow blown back upon them and piled against the doors
again.
"Have the girls come?" an employer asked of his
partner. "Girls!" said the porter: "I have not seen a woman blow
through Fulton street since I've been here."
The street was dead. Here and there a truck moved
laboriously, but more trucks were stuck in drifts and the horses were
being led away from them. The elevated roads were running trains
semi-occasionally at their early hour, and mainly over only certain
parts of their routes.
Only the East River ferry, the Fulton , was making its
trips. The Brooklyn elevated was shock-a-block with an engine broken
down and a solid line of trains from Terry to Greene avenue. The big
bridge was next to useless. A dense mass of men were packed in the
Brooklyn depot, and a shuttle train run by a dummy [the reporter is
referring to a old-style "dummy steam engine" in common use many years
earlier] was pecking dainty mouthfuls out of the great multitude
running now and would have done to hitch cars to it. That would
simply have been to have grips torn out of the car bottoms. The
attendants would not allow any man to attempt to walk over the aerial
footway.
As the hours went on and noon drew nigh the storm lost
none of its severity. Dusk came and then darkness, and the wonderful
visitation was still in progress. Still the streets were banked high
with rifts of snow, still the wind roared and howled and bellowed and
flung itself against the city's walls, still the horse cars were cut
off their tracks and the pillared roads were idle, still the wagons
were few, the women were obliterated from the outdoor scenes, the
pelting snow and sleet blinded men's eyes, the cold wind numbed man
and beast, the uproar of wild voices continued.
The streets were littered with blown-down signs, tops of
fancy lamps, and all the wreck and debris of projections, ornaments,
and movables. Everywhere horse cars were lying on their sides;
entrenched in deep snow, lying across the tracks, jammed
together and in every conceivable position. The city's surface was
like a wreck-strewn battle field.
Locomotion was especially difficult on account of human
helplessness. Men were constantly thrown against one another and were
continually falling on the sidewalks. A woman attempting to cross
Nassau street was obliged to call for help. She said she had lost her
strength, and her clothing was so entangled with her limbs that she
could not move.
Two men helped her to the sidewalk. Up town,
well-dressed women begged the drivers of private carriages to let them
into the vehicles. Their manifest helplessness often got them the
opportunities to ride.
So fierce was the wind that sparrows could not fly
against it. They rested in the windows of THE SUN building, and
started out against the air to stand still with wings fluttering
vainly. If they attempted to fly with the gale they were hustled
along like stones thrown with fearful force.
So amazing, so unprecedented was the situation that at 3
o'clock in the afternoon the only vehicles in Printing House square
were two abandoned horse cars covered with sleet stuck horseless in
the snow. The only human beings to be seen were a fat policeman knee
deep in a drift and three boys on the sidewalk.
When dusk came there was no abatement of the fury of the
blizzard. It howled more and more loudly, accentuated by the darkness
and absence of all distracting sounds. New York had at last
experienced at least one day with a Western blizzard.. At last weather
had been felt the like of which no old inhabitant ventured to say he
had ever seen in this neighborhood. The city went into gas-lighted
rooms and its heated houses, and its parlors and beds tired,
wet, helpless, and full of amazement.
From the same newspaper, the New York Sun, Tuesday, March
13, 1888, an article appearing on another page of this
edition. (Note: almost the entire edition was devoted to reports on
the devastation of the storm).
THE
NEW
YORK
SUN · TUESDAY
MARCH
13TH, 1888
ELEVATED ROADS HELPLESS. Tens of Thousands of Passengers
Caught Between Stations.
Never has there been such a day as yesterday in the
history of the elevated railroads. It was not supposed that a snow
storm could seriously affect travel on the trestles, but before 10
o'clock all attempt at regularity in dispatching and running trains
was abandoned, and not one-tenth of the number of trains usually in
progress on the roads were in motion. At 1 o'clock in the afternoon
notices were put out that no trains were running. A little before
dark these notices reached the up-town stations. They were chestnuts
then.
In some cases the agents continued to sell tickets to all
those who had faith to buy until the formal notice from below was
received that gave authority to suspend nickel gathering.
There were three leading elements in the difficulties
that beset the elevated railroad men. First, though not necessarily
most important, was the slipperiness of the rails, which rendered it
difficult and dangerous to round curves, and almost impossible to
climb steep grades, or stop within the required bounds at stations.
For this reason alone trains were obliged to move slowly and with
added caution on account of the blinding, whirling snow which hid
all objects at less than a block away. Secondly, the snow really had
a chance at the elevated structures where, as at 145th street, west,
and Eighty-ninth street, east, there were many sidings on which cars
and engines are stored during the inactive hours of the night. At
such places trains are made up in the morning to take passengers down
town, and yesterday morning when the employees of the elevated road
came to get cars and engines they found great drifts in front of
them. These had to be cleared away before anything could be done and
as the wind heaped up the snow almost as fast as it could be cleared
away, a considerable delay was unavoidable and it required a special
force of men with brooms and pails of salt water to keep the movable
rails in working order. Even as the men labored at this branch of the
work the salt water froze in the pails, and whenever a train arrived
at a terminus it took several minutes of patient, hard endeavor to
loosen the rails so that the switch could be thrown over. To all
these causes for delay should be added the influence of inertia, for
once a blockade is begun on a system of tracks, every minute adds to
it, and a delay is bound to increase in force from hour to hour, just
as a train gains speed in running down a grade.
ON THE WEST SIDE.
Although many less passengers went to the stations on the
west side north of Fifty-ninth street than usual, the platforms became
crowded by 9 o'clock, for few of such trains as came along stopped at
the appointed intervals, it often happened that passengers waited
upward of half an hour for a train to arrive only to be refused
entrance to it when finally stopped at the station. The express train
which takes passengers from the New York and Northern road to the
Battery with few stops en route, waited for an hour beyond its
schedule time for any train to arrive from the north at 155th
street. Two trains of this kind are run on the west side via Ninth
avenue, the first leaving at 8 and the second at 9 o'clock. The
second did not attempt the trip yesterday. Way trains along the Ninth
avenue division, south of Fifty-ninth street was with reasonable
regularity until nearly 10 A. M., and a few hundred passengers were
therefore fortunate enough to get to their places of business nearly
on time. But these were only those who lived near Fifty-ninth street,
for at that station all southward bound trains were densely crowded,
and few were admitted at other stations. Some of the trains were so
heavily loaded that the bodies of the cars were depressed until the
flanges of the wheels grated against the floors. As there are no
sharp curves on that line the trains moved at nearly their schedule
speed until the general blockade affected the division. Traffic was
substantially suspended on Ninth avenue at noon.
Trains on Sixth avenue were blocked much earlier on
account of the curves, and the greater demand for transportation on
that division. At ten minutes past 10 a train stopped at Twenty-third
street, and after a wait of several minutes the guards announced that
there was a solid block of trains extending southward as far as
Chambers street. Most of the "standees" and a few of the others
promptly left the train, and proceeded the rest of the way down town
on foot. At that station the ticket agent had sensibly closed the
gate to his office so that patrons were not induced to buy tickets and
endure a hopeless wait upon the chilly platform.
At half past 10 there was a narrow escape from an
accident similar to that which resulted so fatally at Seventy-sixth
street on the east side. A downward train was pulling into the
station when the engineer saw directly in front of him the rear car of
another train. He had not been informed that the blockade ex- tended
so far north. He applied the brakes at once, but on account of the
slipperiness of the tracks they had little effect, and the result was
that his engine bumped smartly against the platform of the car in
front. A general fright ensued in both trains; but there were no
injuries recorded either to people or rolling stock.
Rumors of every kind were afloat during the afternoon and
they grew to great proportions as the news spread about the collision
at Seventy-sixth street. The most striking and startling report said
that a train had been blown off the track at the great curve on the
west side line between 110th and 105th streets. This was utterly
without foundation as no trains had passed over that section of road
since 10 o'clock.
As the blockade was gradually relieved on lower Sixth
avenue, or the company ceased to try to run trains , a few cars were
sent northward with workmen on board to look after the switches and
keep the tracks as clear as possible.
THE EAST SIDE LINE
The condition of things was little, if any, better on the
Second and Third avenue divisions than on the west side. The
condition at Seventy-sixth street brought about an immediate
suspension of traffic on Third avenue but for two or three hours after
it occurred there were blockades at the south, especially along the
Bowery. It was discovered early in the day that any attempt to run
trains to South Ferry would result in forming solid blockade south of
Chatham square; and about noon they were notified that no trains would
be run below Grand street. At irregular intervals, however, trains
were dispatched from the City Hall station, but passengers were warned
that they might not be able to get any further than Chatham square.
After the middle of the day there was no attempt made to
run trains to the north on Third avenue, but the stations were
besieged with people who wanted to get back to Harlem or to the
Thirty-fourth street ferry, or to the Grand Central depot.
Importunate passengers who hunted up Train Dispatcher Carroll of the
City Hall station were informed that their only chance for getting to
Harlem was to walk to the Grand street station of the Second avenue
division, whence trains would be sent north at intervals of "when they
could."
"They won't stop this side of Sixth street." Said Mr.
Carroll.
In consequence of this information and the general
knowledge that trains were running on Second avenue, a great crowd of
pushing, frost-bitten, but good-humored passengers gathered upon the
Grand street platform. Trains of two cars were sent out toward Harlem
as fast as trains from the north came in and the switches could be
operated, and there were occasional delays from broken couplings that
had to be replaced. Even at this the cars were run nearly beyond the
depot, so that only the rear platform was available for entrance. In
struggling for a place many of the passengers fell to the trestle and
there were narrow escapes from tumbles into the street. Mr. Carroll's
word was nearly correct. No stops were made on most of the trains
short of Thirty-fourth street, and a howling mob of disappointed
ticket-buying patrons was left on the platforms of the more southern
stations. Even when stops were made it was only to let passengers
off, and the engineer drew the trains to points several rods from the
platform, so that passengers had to get down to the narrow walk
alongside the rail and walk back. There was often an interval of
forty-five minutes between trains on Second avenue going up town,
although the down trains ran more frequently.
At the headquarters of the elevated roads there was the
usual ignorance of what was going on on the various divisions. At 2
o'clock P.M. no one there had heard of the accident at Seventy-sixth
street. Manager Hain was at home sick, and the Superintendent was out
trying to untangle the snarl on Sixth avenue.
THE
NEW
YORK
SUN · TUESDAY
MARCH
13TH, 1888
BY ELEVATED AND BY LADDER. Here's a Specimen of the Fun
50,000 People Had Yesterday.
A reporter of THE SUN, who had an early assignment
requiring his presence in the lower part of the city, had what seemed
to him a very unpleasant experience of elevated rapid transit under
the conditions of yesterday, but it was one that was shared by at
least 50,000 other New Yorkers at the same time. He reached the
Eighteenth street down-town station on Sixth avenue a little after 8
o'clock A. M. No train was in sight, and he was told that "no train
had come down for thirty-five minutes," and "none had gone up for a
h---of a while." (sic) After some ten minutes of waiting a down
train slowly crawled to the station. It was loaded to the muzzle.
There were some persons aboard who wanted to get off there. To
enable them to do so the men nearest the gates had to climb over them
to the station platform before the gates could be opened. Three
trains similarly laden came in, and moved out with their seats,
aisles, and platforms so packed that not even one small boy more could
have got aboard.
Finally, at half past 8 o'clock, the reporter got
foothold upon a car platform, and by general sway and squeeze among
his fellow victims that brought out a chorus of grunts and howls the
gate was closed behind him.
The train moved down a little below Seventeenth street
and stopped. It stayed there more than two hours. Then it moved ten
feet and stopped another hour; ten feet more and another hour; finally
to a little below Sixteenth street, and there it stuck until 5 minutes
before 3 o'clock.
Meanwhile, men took some desperate measures to reach the
Fourteenth street station, less than two blocks away, or the street.
A few clambered out on the west side of the cars to the foot-wide top
of the iron wall, almost level with the car platforms, and balancing
upon it, supporting themselves against the cars, walked to the station
platform. Many got out on the east side and walked the ties to the
same point. The ties were slippery, and, such was the force of the
gale much of the time, that those who attempted these perilous feats
were in imminent danger of being blown from the track into the street,
and found themselves compelled to go on their hands and knees. The
blinding force of the drifting snow lent an additional peril to the
desperate endeavor, particularly at the moments of greatest risk, when
the escaping victim of the train let himself down to feel with his
toes for the single connecting tie between the down and up tracks, and
when turning on that scant perch he made his plunge for the ties of
the up track beyond.
After a long time somebody in the street raised a
ladder. It was too short to reach the track. To get on it one had to
swing down and grope with his toes for the topmost round, seeing
nothing numbed and confused by the elements raging about him and the
cold, hustled by other behind and himself crowding others in front in
such eager haste on the part of all that the ladder was kept full of
descending men for some time.
Then [someone] brought two ladders lashed together and so
made long enough to extend above the side wall of the track so that it
was comparatively easy of access. He charged twenty-five cents for
each descent, by his route, standing at the top of the ladder and
collecting from each person, shouting from time to time, "Look out
down b'low, don't let the ladder slip."
The New York Daily Graphic gave a glowing report several
days later about the efforts of Colonel Hain to get the trains rolling
again.
THE
NEW
YORK
DAILY
GRAPHIC · THURSDAY
MARCH
15TH, 1888
COLONEL HAIN RUNS HIS TRAINS
The usual number of Elevated trains are running. The
road is able to carry all New York again. This result has not been
reached without the hardest kind of work. Nerve, brains, executive
ability and unlimited energy only have brought the system to its feet
after the blizzard's knock down. The employees carry heavy eyes and a
triumphant expression. While the drifts continue high they will bunk
in the neighborhood of their stations.
Colonel Hain reached his office this morning at eleven
o'clock. He had been taking since midnight his first rest for some
forty hours.
During all this time he had been at work over the roads
with every facility alive and every nerve strained. On Monday morning
he started for his office at the usual time and got as far as
Twenty-third street. Then he realized the big problem which
confronted him. A gale blowing at sixty miles an hour, filling the
air with snow flakes and blinding the engineers,; three quarters of
the train men unable to reach their stations and trains; snow a foot
deep over the rails and ice between them and the guards; wheels that
would not grip and crowds to haul that tripled the ordinary load
dragged -- these were the enormous obstacles to remove.
"I'm too tired to talk this morning," said the General
Manager, with weary good-nature, to THE GRAPHIC representative this
morning. "But the trains are running again," and he sighed with
satisfaction.
This was worth a column of talk. But the Colonel added
respectively: "The tracks are clear. The gangs of shovellers and
ice-pickers worked all yesterday and last night, and every inspector
and inside man was on hand. The first care was to get the ice out of
the switches and lubricate them. Afterwards there was a general
clearing up and straightening out. Meanwhile we ran the trains as
rapidly as possible. Luckily our telegraph and telephone wires were
not injured and we were able to tell exactly where everything was
throughout the whole system. And we're all right now."
Nobody but Colonel Hain himself and his personal aids
know the unflagging zeal with which he has shouldered and discharged
his enormous responsibility. He had worked quietly, quickly and
without serious accident under the terrible drawbacks. He has been
the right man in the right place, and the town ought to put up a
statue to him.
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