"A Day upon the Watertown & Rome Railway"

Jefferson County Journal, Adams, N.Y., Thurs., Feb. 28, 1856

The heading of this letter may seem commonplace to the quiet citizen who tarries at home during snow storms, and hears no worse sounds than the crackling fire as it roars up the chimney, or who, for want of better occupation, like another Ik (sic) Marvel, build glorious palaces and cities out of the ashes of a coal fire. The storm had laid an embargo on all railroads, and none were so thoroughly blockaded as the Watertown & Rome.
Our first sight at the depot was five enormous engines, with the snow-plow as a leader. We say the snowplow, for this is an institution, which is peculiar to the W. & R. railway - everything which had been tried was found useless, and the busy brain of those Yankees of the Rome shop conceived this invention. It grew out of the associate counsel of men who have lost half their individuality in their generous rivalry for the company, which they call our road. The snow plow is a small house on wheels, with a front shaped like a monster plow, and its sides ribbed together like the bow of one of Uncle Sam's frigates. It's made strong as wood as iron can make it, and weighs near ten tons. On either side is wings, which can be extended or withdrawn at pleasure, or the bearing of the weight is such as to keep it close to the track, very much as a weight on the plow beam causes it to hug the hard green sward.
With some curiosity, and much more fear, we accepted the invitation of our railroad friends and entered the cabin of this Arctic traveler. Think of it! Five engines behind you, each carrying from 100 to 120 pounds of steam, and before you, Alps upon Alps of snow; where there was only two or three feet of snow, and the country open, we whirled along at ordinary speed, plunging into drifts like a frolicsome boy, and sending the snow balls over fences 30 or 40 feet distant, and surrounding our house with clouds of the sparkling snowflakes. There are long wastes of snowy mountains on this road which would defy all ordinary railway power; when we came upon these, Greek met Greek, and here came the tug of war.
The train came in at its usual speed, the snow fairly covering you and us could only think of a vessel completely submerged in its white foam. Slower, slower, almost stopping, moving like a snail, on we went, until at last we shot out of the mountain, each engine giving a hoarse puff as of a cry of victory. There were places too difficult even for this snowplow, where for miles there is a canal with banks 10, 12, 15, and even 20 feet high. In such places we were forced to stop and clear the snow from our wheels, but in no place was there any shoveling in front of the plow. We have never spent a more exciting day. The train reached Watertown at about 4 o'clock.
There is no railway where all hands work with such good will as upon this. It would be unjust to give particular praise where all deserve credit, but we say, that for companions in a snow squall, give us the operatives and machines of the Watertown & Rome Railway.

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