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Science Fiction Fan, v. 5, issue 9, whole 56, April 1941
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6 FAN JULESBURG. We climbed up on top the car again and layed flat, quietly discussing our position, Wiggins, who had made a more detailed study of the map before we left informed me that we were at the Northeastern tip of Colorado. I openly expressed my disbelief as I was certain that we surely must be well into Nebraska after traveling so long, but at the risk of detection Wiggins lit a match and proved to me on our Standard Oil Company Tourist's Map that we were truly in Colorado. This rather discouraged me, for after the beating we had taken, Chicago was still very very far off. The thought of turning back never entered my mind, but I didn't look forward to the rest of the trip with such keen anticipation as I had when we started. The customary inspection of cars, wheels, locks, couplings, etc. by brakemen with traditional lantern-like flash light took place as we flattened ourselves with the car tops. We were ready at any instant to climb down a ladder if a bull walked along the top of the cars as we had heard many times that they do, but never actually seen them do it throughout the trip. A short time later the whistle sounded, the engine grunted, and with a clatter of cars we pulled out of Julesburg. We were sitting atop the rear end of the third car where we had been lying. Neither of us made a move toward the ladder, we both were so exhausted and dead that at the time we figured anything would be better than hanging between the cars. As usual, the train picked up speed rapidly and soon the whip-stream was virtually a tornado tearing at us. The cars started rocking violently and we sat there with our backs to the engine, smoking the last of Wiggins' dope-sticks as we huddled there in the icy blast. At the time the track was set in a small terrace cut In a rolling plain making a wall about twenty-five
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6 FAN JULESBURG. We climbed up on top the car again and layed flat, quietly discussing our position, Wiggins, who had made a more detailed study of the map before we left informed me that we were at the Northeastern tip of Colorado. I openly expressed my disbelief as I was certain that we surely must be well into Nebraska after traveling so long, but at the risk of detection Wiggins lit a match and proved to me on our Standard Oil Company Tourist's Map that we were truly in Colorado. This rather discouraged me, for after the beating we had taken, Chicago was still very very far off. The thought of turning back never entered my mind, but I didn't look forward to the rest of the trip with such keen anticipation as I had when we started. The customary inspection of cars, wheels, locks, couplings, etc. by brakemen with traditional lantern-like flash light took place as we flattened ourselves with the car tops. We were ready at any instant to climb down a ladder if a bull walked along the top of the cars as we had heard many times that they do, but never actually seen them do it throughout the trip. A short time later the whistle sounded, the engine grunted, and with a clatter of cars we pulled out of Julesburg. We were sitting atop the rear end of the third car where we had been lying. Neither of us made a move toward the ladder, we both were so exhausted and dead that at the time we figured anything would be better than hanging between the cars. As usual, the train picked up speed rapidly and soon the whip-stream was virtually a tornado tearing at us. The cars started rocking violently and we sat there with our backs to the engine, smoking the last of Wiggins' dope-sticks as we huddled there in the icy blast. At the time the track was set in a small terrace cut In a rolling plain making a wall about twenty-five
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