Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #49
… The Ferrell Grocery truck has made a very special delivery…
Before that scenario can be played out, there is some unfinished business, where State Road 268 runs into the city of Quincy. A bright autumn sun emerged from the east, there to find the entire Gadsden County Anti-Slavery Society gathered in the town square, rejoicing in their success. 5 October will be red letter day for years and years to come. It is somewhat of a strange celebration to the eye of an outsider, like hearing a joke’s punch without benefit of the set-up. Nonetheless, the payoff seems to be a fine one.
The Ferrell Grocery truck has made a very special delivery. In the cab of the paneled truck are driver John and passenger Jacob Haley, he of narrowly harrowing fame. Standing proudly on the rounded rickety fenders are the Flying Bleaker Brothers, never content with grounded positions and waving like conquering heroes of some Slovakian revolution. Peaking out the canvas back are the three Negro children who should be dead—tired that is, everyone in the strong arms of the blacksmith and thrilled at getting a first ride in motored vehicle. Martha Ferrell is in the back as well, tending to a weak Grandma Lettie Golden and fervently praying with Willy and Amanda for a promising future.
No one is more excited than Herbert and Phoebe Love.
“Good Lord Almighty, by your mercies and your power you have brought us success!” Herb screams skyward. He rarely screams.
Jacob Haley opens his door and leaps into a Love embrace. “We did it, Herb, we did it!” he cries.
“Yes Jacob, but we heard you had some trouble at Little River?”
The school teacher is puzzled. “How do you know this? Nobody has said one word of our predicament.”
“The engineer of the midnight freight stopped at our station to report possible pedestrian contact on the trestle. We were sore afraid you all had been killed.”
“He was going so fast I am surprised he noticed us and he certainly did not stop to find out if he had hit anything,” the nearest thing to a victim, laments.
“He apologized, explaining that he would never have made the Thunder Hill grade if he stops.” Love chuckles. “Hey, at least we did inspect the cowcatcher for fabric and blood. Finding neither, we sent the train on its way.”
“You should have checked the bottom of the train for sweat. I just thank my lucky stars they weren’t a chain or something hanging down.”