Chattaroy, WA Train Wreck, Nov 1910
The known dead:
H. L. Hepburn, engineer train No. 451, body recovered.
John Blanchard, fireman train No. 451, body recovered
Joe Keef, conductor train No. 451, body not recovered
Allen Glass, engineer apple extra, body not recovered
Unknown man, train No. 451, charred remains removed from the fire.
Two unknown boys, train No. 451, charred remains removed from the fire.
Scotty Dempster, fireman apple extra, shoulders dislocated, bad cut on the head.
Horsfall, conductor apple extra, bruised.
Charles Bolton, brakeman, train No. 451, head slightly cut.
R. J. Armstrong, Chopaka, B.C., slightly bruised.
There was pathos, horror and morbid curiosity imprinted on the faces of the hundreds that thronged about the wreck scene. They came from miles around, farmers driving cross-country in wagons and wagonettes, city folk going from Spokane in automobiles and motorcycles.
From early morning until darkness obscured the view, they huddled around in groups, watching the wrecking crew and the big steel arm of the wrecking derrick hoisting the debris piecemeal from the track.
The early arrival of the road detectives prevented anything that bordered on vandalism. From the moment of the arrival of the wrecking train from Hillyard, the work was pressed with feverish eagerness to clear the line for the mails and important traffic of the road.
The wreck scenes were full of grewsome interest and the aspect of the piled-up, pulverized cars and telescoped engines was simply sickening. Here was half a million dollars worth of rolling stock converted in the twinkling of an eye to kindling-wood for the hungry flames that arose in a moment from the scattered firepits of the engines. Apples, grain, furniture, paints and oils, livestock and human beings were molded into inconglomerate mass of debris that was licked into a roaring furnace.
Two powerful eight-wheel driver consolidated engines built for the mountain traffic buried the prows of their cow-catchers deep into the bosom of the other, the impact welding the two engines together up to their piston heads. The tender of the "apple extra" stood almost on end and under and against it were piled a half dozen cars of fruit, jammed into a veritable cider-mash, with the splintered fragments of wood and metal intermixed in an almost similar state of pulverization. Six cars of apples behind the mass kept the track, practically uninjured.