The ill-fated 2205 is seen leaving Lambton Yard, Toronto,
assisting P2h class 2-8-2 number 5417 (first of 20 CLC engines built
in 1943) on a London extra on September 9,1955. The 2205 met her end
in company with 5420 at Galt eight months later. The locomotive always
seemed to be somewhat of a Jonah as I encountered two bad trips on her.
My second trip on 2205 took place a few weeks later. We did not fare
as badly but it could not be called a smooth run. Galt Wreck.
It was early in April 1947 that I was called to fire 2205 on an assist
to Orr's Lake with engineer Dan Sullivan. The only thing that was bright
that day was the sun over the Lambton shop tracks. We backed onto our
train, a London extra headed by 3725 an old "Mudhen"
2-8-0, Consolidation. When the brake test was completed and we
were minutes away from departure, I noticed that the waterpump did not
seem to be delivering the water to the boiler as rapidly as we would
have liked. The waterglass stood at little better than a half and didn't
move up very fast. Danny called across saying the rings of the pump
must be worn and that he would use his injector to help out if we needed
it. After a few minutes the water climbed the glass more quickly and
Dan thought we would have no problems. As we got the highball to leave,
the water was about normal in the glass. Things seemed to be working
in our favour as we rolled along the main line, the stack batting out
a crisp exhaust, as Dan hooked her up. We were hitting about 50 m.p.h.
through Cooksville when, all of a sudden, the air went into emergency
and we ground to a stop, holding up traffic on the No. 5 Highway crossing
near the station (the present overpass was not built then). We learned
from the headend brakeman that a coupler lock had lifted about fifteen
cars from the head end, parting the train. After a delay of about 20
minutes we were together again and on our way. Blasting along about
a mile or so east of Hornby station we noticed the water taking a nosedive
in the glass, the pump was wide open and Danny couldn't get his injector
on. There was only one thing to do, stop and try and get some water
into the old girl. We pulled up in front of Hornby station, just clear
of the 7th Line crossing. While Dan tinkered with his injector, I climbed
onto the tender to check the water level in the tank. I began to worry
if I had neglected to check the water at Lambton. Lifting the tank lid
apprehensively I was happy to see water only a few feet down. When I
got back to the cab, Dans injector was singing away and the water was
up to about normal in the glass. We whistled off and once again resumed
our run. All went well to Orr's Lake where we cut off from No. 3725
and returned in reverse to Galt, where we would turn on the wye. As
we were threading our way through some switches at Galt station Dan
called over to ask if a switch on my side was lined for us, not being
too familiar at the time with the switch layout I thought the indication
was set for us, however it wasn't, and Dan managed to stop her with
the engine truck a foot from the open switch points. I climbed down
and lined the switch up, returning to the cab I thought here comes a
much deserved blast from the righthand side. However, being the gentleman
he was, old Dan let it pass with a quick lesson on the switch layout
in that area.
Resuming our trip back home, the pump seemed to be working and everything
looked fine. However, as we were running through Islington there was
a sudden "bang" and the cab quickly filled with steam, the
waterglass had burst. This was one thing I had been well instructed
in, and that was to get to the waterglass mountings quickly and close
them off before the cab becomes inundated with hot fog. My adroitness
in this situation was cause for Dan to call over that I had done a peach
of a job. I asked if I should put in a new glass but he said to forget
it as we would soon be at Lambton and the fitters could do it, just
keep the pump cracked open and he would use his gauge rocks to ensure
we had a safe water level.
Finally, we were safely spotted under the Lambton coal chute. As we
walked away to book off, Dan exclaimed, "lets get away from the
old bugger before she blows up"! This was an exceptionally bad
trip with so many unrelated happenings taking place. As a rule, things
were not that hectic though you had to be alert at all times for the
vagaries of steam. W.H.N.Rossiter