ployee of the Great Northern, as wiper under the foreman of the local roundhouse.
They had offered him a clerical position in the general offices down the line at Springfield, but Ralph declined. He announced his intention of beginning at the very bottom of the railroad ladder and working his way up.
How promptly and triumphantly he reached the first rung, "Ralph of the Roundhouse" has narrated.
It was a hard experience, but he soon won the reputation of turning out the cleanest, brightest locomotives in the service.
Ralph made many friends and some enemies. Among the latter was a dissolute boy named Ike Slump. This young rascal stole nearly a wagon-load of valuable brass fittings from the railroad supply shops, and not a trace of the thief or booty could be discovered by the road detectives.
Ralph had in the meantime befriended and practically adopted a poor waif, named Van Sherwin. The latter had been accidentally struck in the head by a baseball. His reason seemed gone. Ralph's tender-hearted mother cared for him as if he was an only son.
Strange to say, it was through this lone waif whom Ralph had so befriended that the young railroader was led to know a certain Farwell
