The Young Telegraph Operator - 3
Another episode of this period is curious in its revelation of the tenacity with which
Edison has always held to some of his oldest possessions with a sense of personal
attachment. "While working at Stratford Junction," he says, "I was told by one of the
freight conductors that in the freight-house at Goodrich there were several boxes of old
broken-up batteries. I went there and found over eighty cells of the well-known Grove
nitric-acid battery. The operator there, who was also agent, when asked by me if I could
have the electrodes of each cell, made of sheet platinum, gave his permission readily,
thinking they were of tin. I removed them all, amounting to several ounces. Platinum
even in those days was very expensive, costing several dollars an ounce, and I owned
only three small strips. I was overjoyed at this acquisition, and those very strips and the
reworked scrap are used to this day in my laboratory over forty years later."
It was at Stratford that Edison's inventiveness was first displayed. The hours of work of a
night operator are usually from 7 P.M. to 7 A.M., and to insure attention while on duty it
is often provided that the operator every hour, from 9 P.M. until relieved by the day
operator, shall send in the signal "6" to the train dispatcher's office. Edison revelled in the
opportunity for study and experiment given him by his long hours of freedom in the
daytime, but needed sleep, just as any healthy youth does. Confronted by the necessity of
sending in this watchman's signal as evidence that he was awake and on duty, he
constructed a small wheel with notches on the rim, and attached it to the clock in such a
manner that the night-watchman could start it when the line was quiet, and at each hour
the wheel revolved and sent in accurately the dots required for "sixing." The invention
was a success, the device being, indeed, similar to that of the modern district messenger
box; but it was soon noticed that, in spite of the regularity of the report, "Sf" could not be
raised even if a train message were sent immediately after. Detection and a reprimand
came in due course, but were not taken very seriously.
A serious occurrence that might have resulted in accident drove him soon after from
Canada, although the youth could hardly be held to blame for it. Edison says: "This night
job just suited me, as I could have the whole day to myself. I had the faculty of sleeping
in a chair any time for a few minutes at a time. I taught the night-yardman my call, so I
could get half an hour's sleep now and then between trains, and in case the station was
called the watchman would awaken me. One night I got an order to hold a freight train,
and I replied that I would. I rushed out to find the signalman, but before I could find him
and get the signal set, the train ran past. I ran to the telegraph office, and reported that I
could not hold her. The reply was: `Hell!' The train dispatcher, on the strength of my
message that I would hold the train, had permitted another to leave the last station in the
opposite direction. There was a lower station near the junction where the day operator
slept. I started for it on foot. The night was dark, and I fell into a culvert and was knocked
senseless." Owing to the vigilance of the two engineers on the locomotives, who saw
each other approaching on the straight single track, nothing more dreadful happened than
a summons to the thoughtless operator to appear before the general manager at Toronto.
On reaching the manager's office, his trial for neglect of duty was fortunately interrupted
by the call of two Englishmen; and while their conversation proceeded, Edison slipped
quietly out of the room, hurried to the Grand Trunk freight depot, found a conductor he
knew taking out a freight train for Sarnia, and was not happy until the ferry-boat from
Sarnia had landed him once more on the Michigan shore. The Grand Trunk still owes Mr.
Edison the wages due him at the time he thus withdrew from its service, but the claim has
never been pressed.
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