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a 6 ft. 250 pounder with a face like Larry Seaman, a bullet head and hands like hams. When he sat in the operator's position, his bulk just spread out and filled it completely. The fireman, Mr. Teckmeyer, was another 6 footer of 230 lb. heft, with a heavy jaw and a pencil line moustache - his face resembled Jay Walker's markedly. We went to work at 9.40 AM and quit about 8.40 PM. The day was filled with many amusing incidents.

1.) Mr. Stiegman proved to be a [[underlined]] diver [[/underlined]] in his spare time and talked about diving jobs at length.

a.) When he was down repairing a hull and his air supply failed - he struggled to the surface to find his helper, who was pumping air to him, had fallen overboard, "The dumb son-of-a-bitch."

b.) "I've walked all over Buffalo harbor."

c.) How he salvaged a sunken rum runner and soaked the guy $100 for 8 hours work, during which he got caught below deck when a hatch closed over him, etc. etc. 

2.) Mr. Stiegman evidently thought little of Mr. Varley, the yardmaster, and explained his antipathy as follows: "I guess I was too independent when I come on this job. I used to work on the road, from the Century and all that stuff. Then my eyes went bad on me and I got shoved in yard service here. Jesus, I didn't like it and was ready to jump at any son of-a-bitch that looked at me, including Varley. And don't let him tell you the work ain't any harder today than usual. We shoved 11 coal over to Goose Island this morning - we aint shoved more than three over with the 'Peanut' since I been here. Don't take that s[[line]] from that son-of-a-bitch. He's nuts!"