Lancaster Daily Intelligencer

A THRILLING EPISODE.
A Locomotive Engineer's Instinct--How
He Saved a Train and How He
Saved Himself

On one of the darkest and stormiest nights
of the recent unusual winter, the express on
one of the leading New York railroads was
moving westward from Albany. The engine's
headlight threw a strong reflection in advance
but the storm was so blinding it was almost
impossible to distinguish anything even at a
short distance. Under such circumstances
instinct necessarily takes the place of sight.

All seemed to be going well, when, in an instant, the engineer reversed his engine, applied the air brakes, and came to a full stop.
Why he did so he could not tell any more than
any of us can account for the dread of coming
disaster and death, and to the wondering inquiry of his fireman he simply said: "I feel
that something's wrong." Seizing a lantern
he swung himself down from the cab and
went forward to investigate. Everything appeared to be right, and he was about to return
to his engine when his eye caught sight of a
peculiar appearance at the joint of the rail
next to him. Brushing the accumulated snow
away, he looked a moment, and then uttered
an exclamation of horror. The rails on both
sides had been unspiked and would have
turned over the instant the engine touched
them. What inspired this attempt at train
wrecking is unknown, but it was presumed
the confederates of some prisoners who were
on the train hoped in the confusion of an accident to deliver their friends.

Engineer John Donohoe, of Albany, to
whose wonderful instinct was due the salvation of the train, when asked by the writer
why he stopped his engine, said:

"I can't tell why. I only know I felt something was wrong"

"Do you have these feelings often when
upon this road?" continued the writer.

"No, very seldom, although for the past
twenty years I have been in a condition to
feel apprehension at almost anything."

"How is that?"

"Why, I have been a victim of one of the
worst cases of dyspepsia ever known. I have
not been confined to my bed, as like thousands of others, I am compelled to work
whether able or not. Indeed, when it first
began I had only a loss of appetite, a faint
feeling that would not go away and a bad
taste in the mouth, but I finally got those terrible craving and gnawing feelings that make
life so unbearable and are known as general
debility.

"What did you do?"

"I tried physicians until I became discouraged. I gave eight different ones fair tests
but none of them benefited me. I then tried
proprietary medicines, but they failed, likewise. It looked pretty dark for me so far as
any more peace or enjoyment in this world
were concerned and I became terribly discouraged.

"You certainly do not look that way now."

"Oh, no, indeed. I am in perfect health now."
was the reply, "and I propose to continue so.
My nervousness is entirely gone: I can sleep
nights: the aching numbness has disappeared:
the pale, sickly appearance has given place to
the color of health, and I have readily put on
flesh. This is what has been accomplished by
means of Warner's Tippecanoe. If I can be
cured after a chronic illness of nearly a quarter of a century I believe all suffering in a
similar manner can be restored by using the
same great remedy."

Such is the testimony of a man who could
detect and remove unseen danger on the road
but could not remove the dangers from within
his own system until brought face to face
with the great preparation above named which
did so much for him and can do as much for
all those who require it.