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trying to sound calm and worry in every tone of his voice, said, "How long are we going to keep at it this way?" I said, "How hot are you?" He said, "The motors are about 150[[degree symbol]] rise now." We kept at it a minute more, and I told Charlie to shutoff. The summit was still half a mile away and we probably would have stalled on the curve if we hadn't blown up the pigs by that time. So again we had to call for help. Things cooled fast as we waited. Presently they reported two freight motors on our rear and we went at it again. It was tough starting and again Felix appeared, excited, recommending we stand there and [[underlined]]wait[[/underlined]] for things to cool - tie up the main line while we calmly cooled off! I told him we had to get out and we had to help start the train; then we'd lay back and let the pushers do most of the work. And we did just that, dropping back to about 2200 amperes after we got her swinging. As we topped the summit and began the drift down grade, Bob came around and asked characteristically, "Well, there isn't any need of taking any more readings now is there? We certainly got the peak." And so we had an uneventful run from there to Bay Ridge except that the weather was going from bad to worse, raining harder and harder, and the wind rising sharply. We ran around our train at Bay Ridge and then waited for our helper to boost us out on the 0.7% grade. We stood there and the storm's fury was increasing by the minute. In the cut where we stood, the water was accumulating fast and the ground men were going around in rubber boots and all the rubber coats and hats they could scare up. The wind was beginning to drive the rain almost horizontally.