Annunciation High School - Annunciator Yearbook (Pittsburgh, PA)

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.The Heroism of Kate Shelley RANSCONTINENTAL passengers speeding east or west in luxurious limiteds now cross the Des Moines river, if they travel over the Nl Chicago and Northwestern Railway, on a fine :-' r . new span of stone and steel, one of the long- ' W est and highest of its kind in the west. It is situated between the towns of Boone and Ogden and at almost the exact geographic center of the state of Iowa. It has been named the Kate Shelley bridge, and while perhaps few of the transcontinental tourists know or care, it is a monument to an outstanding act of heroism of an Irish section foreman's daughter. -While the newspapers were filled with stories of the brave deed of Kate Shelley forty-six years ago, it has been made a part of the archives of the Iowa State Historical Society, and the grateful railroad company has perpetuated her name with its bands of steel and piers of stone, few of the younger generation stop to- day to think of what the name means. The Shelley family lived in 1881 in a cottage be- side the tracks in the valley of Honey Creek, about half a mile from the Des Moines River. It consisted of the widow and several little children of Michael J. Shelley, an immigrant from Tipperary, who had died three years before. The family, poor and fatherless, continued to live on in the home provided for its section foreman by the railroad company, doing its best to keep the wolf from the door. Of the little flock of children, Kate, then fifteen, was the oldest. Late in the afternoon of July 6, 1881, a violent storm swept through the Des Moines Valley. It had been raining for days, but this downpour was heavier than the rest and accompanied by terrific thunder and lightning flashes. Honey Creek became a raging torrent. The rising waters threatened the Shelley stable half way down the slope, where the cattle had taken refuge. Kate, who had been watching the storm from a window, dashed out, let out the horse and cows to shift for themselves and rescued the little pigs. There was no sleep for the Shelleys that night. The creek was filled with uprooted trees and fence posts and kept on rising. It must have been 11 o'clock when Kate 'and her mother heard the rumble of a train crossing the Des Moines river bridge. It was a pusher engine, with a crew of four men, which helped heavy trains up the grade on either side of the river. The pusher had been ordered to run between Boone and Ogden and look out for trouble where embankments had been undermined and bridge piling loosenef. The locomotive came backing down the track to the eastward, brakeman and section foreman standing on the running board of the tender peering into the gloom, the engineer and fireman on their boxes. Kate heard the bell toll as the engine slowly went on its way, then suddenly a horrible crash and a fierce hiss- ing of steam as the engine plunged through the broken Honey Creek bridge with its crew into twenty-five feet of rapid, swirling water. The midnight express from the west was due in less than an hour. Against the entreaties of her mother, Kate, attired in an old skirt and jacket and ltraw hat, improvised a. lantern by hanging a little 'iv ? W 3' T miner's lamp in the frame of an old railroad lantern and started out into the night. Unable because of the fiood to go directly to the tracks and thence to the fallen bridge, she climbed the blui back of the house, made a semi-circular detour, struck the wagon road through a cut in the bluffs, followed it to the tracks and then ran to the broken bridge. There she saw by the lightning fiashes two men of the engine crew clinging to treetops. The other two had gone down to death with the engine. So she turned westward and hastened toward Moingona, a mile and a quarter away, to fiag the express. But the long wooden bridge across the Des Moines, trembling with the rush of waters, lay between her and the village. Kate ran, stumbled and crawled along the track in the rain and darkness, wondering if she should be caught on the bridge by the express, or if the engi- neer should fail to see her tiny light and rush on to destruction. The gust of wind threatened to put out the lantern every minute. When she reached the bridge the water was swirl- ing among the ties, almost up to the rails. She dropped to her knees and crawled slowly and laborious- ly over the ties, spaced far apart and studded with spikes to discourage pedestrians from using it as a short-cut. Now and then her dress caught on a spike or gouged her fiesh. Halfway across a huge tree was dashed by the current against the structure, its roots sweeping a spot where she had passed a moment be- fore. Every minute seemed an hour, but at last she felt the solid ground beneath her. She stopped a moment to recover her breath, then set out on a run to the station, a quarter of a mile away. How she got there she was never able to tell clearly afterward. The girl's crazy! she remembered hear- ing someone say. Then someone recognized her as Mike Shelley's daughter. The whistle of the express from the west was heard as it slowed' up to enter the yards outside the town. The train, not scheduled to stop there, was Hagged, and the conductor and engi- neer heard her story. A crew with ropes and rigging went to the rescue of the two trainmen in the tree. guided by Kate Shelley. The excitement kept up for several days. Kate was overwhelmed with gifts from the grateful passen- gers on the express. Reporters came from Chicago, Des Moines, Omaha and elsewhere, and the story of her deed was flashed far and wide. Then several days later her strength gave way, the strain had been too great, and for three months was confined to her bed. Poems were written about her and she was show- ered with letters in praise of her heroism. The school children of Dubuque gave her a gold medal. The Chi- cago Tribune raised a fund for the Shelley family. The Iowa legislature of 1882 passed an appropriation to give her a gold medal suitably inscribed and S200 in cash. A drinking fountain dedicated to her war' erected in a Dubuque park. The employees of the Chicago and Northwestern presented a fine gold watch and chain to her and the company gave her 2 .pass for life over the road. The trains always stopped to let her off at the humble cottage in which she lived until her death. The company provided for her funeglf PAGE 16