Standing there administering to the wants of the passengers was Porter Blair of the chair car, who I must say is as brave a man as I ever saw. On our backward ride from Hinckley to Skunk Lake I saw one of the pluckiest women I ever met. She stood inside the door of the chair car and handed me saturated towels from the washstand in the car, which I used to prevent the end of the car from burning. On my arrival at Skunk Lake I jumped from the train, first meeting Fireman McGowan holding an empty pail in his hand. I took it from him and got into the lake and filled it with water, then went back to put the fire out on the platforms of the coaches so as to get the passengers off. When that was done, Porter Blair was still at his post helping and relieving those people in his charge. When the train was relieved of its load of human freight, I contemplated making the awful trip to the next station, Miller.