HAUNTED OHIO

HORROR FOR THE HOLIDAYS
Ghosts of the Ashtabula Bridge Disaster

The holiday season of 1876 should have been a joyous time for those in northern Ohio. Christmas Day had just passed and America’s Centennial Year was coming to an end with the New Year’s Celebration that was only days away. However, on December 27, the region was blanketed by an intense winter storm that showed no signs of letting up. This could have been an ominous sign that dark days were ahead -- but no had any idea just how dark those days would become!

On Friday, December 29, the small town of Ashtabula, located in the northeast corner of Ohio, was a white wasteland of snow and ice. The blizzard was hammering the little town with more than 20 inches of snow and wind that whipped along at more than 5o miles per hour. Despite the weather though, the town train depot was bustling. Anxious passengers, many leaving town for the holidays or waiting for trains to arrive, crowded into the station. Many of them awaited the arrival of the No.5 “Pacific Express” that was running more than two hours late from Erie, Pennsylvania. Weather delays had kept it in the Erie station until after 6:00 p.m. Many of those waiting in the depot had friends and family on the train or needed to make the connection to continue their own journey.

While things may have been anxious in the station, the scene was much more relaxed and festive about the No. 5 train. The warm and snug passengers were seemingly oblivious to the frigid conditions outside as the two locomotives pulled two express cars, two baggage cars, one smoking car, two passenger cars and three sleeping cars along at a steady 10 miles per hour. The passengers ate and chatted, played cards or slept peacefully in their berths. Others prepared themselves to leave the train at Ashtabula or warmed themselves near the coal-fired heaters that provided heat for all of the cars, except for the smoking car, which had an old-fashioned wood stove. All of the cars were cozily lit by oil lamps, providing the illusion of being complete separated from the storm outside. The exact number of passengers aboard the train remains a mystery to this day, but it is believed that there were at least 128 passengers and 19 crew members on the No. 5 as it steamed onto the railway bridge that spanned Ashtabula Creek.

Daniel McGuire, the engineer of the first locomotive, the “Socrates”, was the first to realize that there was a problem. As the engine crossed onto the bridge, he pulled the throttle out and increased the speed of the train. They needed the extra power to drive the train through the two feet of snow on the tracks and to push against the gale force winds that buffeted the train on the open bridge. But as the “Socrates” approached the western abutment of the bridge, McGuire had the sudden sensation that the engine was “running uphill”. He looked back and was stunned with horror as he saw the rest of the train -- the second engine, the “Columbia”, and 11 cars -- collapsing with the bridge as it plunged more than 80 feet downward to the creek below. McGuire pulled the throttle out all of the way and the “Socrates” surged ahead. He broke the coupling with the “Columbia” and somehow coaxed the engine to safety. As he pulled the brakes on the other side, McGuire heard the chilling sound of crashing sounds coming from the swirling darkness of the storm.

The Ashtabula depot lay just 1,000 feet beyond the bridge and William Alsell, a telegraph operator, was the first person there to realize what had happened. He had hoped to hitch a ride through town on the train when it left the station and had heard the whistle of the No. 5 as it approached the bridge. He was actually walking toward it to see if it was a passenger or a freight train when it entered the bridge. Seeing that it was a passenger train, he turned to head back to the depot and gather his belongings when he heard the horrific crash. He spun around just in time to see the lights from the sleeping cars as they fell and then vanished into the darkness. He immediately began running to the bridge, only to discover that the structure was no longer there.


The bridge during an inspection -- and long before the disastrous night.

Of course, the experiences of the passengers and crew aboard the train were even more horrifying. Miss Marian Shepherd, a survivor of the disaster, was in her sleeper berth and later recalled that she knew something was wrong when the bell rope snapped in two, with one piece smashing an oil lamp and the other knocking over a burning candle. A moment later, she heard a thudding noise that sounded as though the train wheels had jumped the track and were now riding on the wooden ties. This was followed by a shattering sound as if all of the glass in the entire train had suddenly broken at once. The train car was plunged into darkness and Miss Shepherd distinctly remembered the cry of someone in the car as he wailed “We are going down!” The scream was followed by the sickening sensation of falling and she desperately braced herself. Outside of the sleeping berth, the air was filled with seats, lamps and human bodies as the car plunged downward. Seconds later, the sleeper hit the rest of the No. 5 cars and all of them crashed into the freezing waters of the creek.

Surrounded by the dead who did not survive the fall, Marian struggled to get out of her berth and fight her way to safety. She was in shock and terrified by the screams of the injured around her in the darkness. Those who were alive also tried to get out and cries were mixed about the terror of drowning in the icy water. As it happened, the fear of drowning was second only to the danger of being burned alive! The cars had fallen in an upright position and were now stacked and smashed upon one another, with the bottom layer plunged into Ashtabula Creek. Within five minutes of the wreck, the last car, with its heater still burning, caught on fire. People like Marian, both dazed and bleeding, managed to stumble out of the cars and saw the winter night illuminated by flames as the cars caught fire one at a time. Within just a few minutes, the remains of the cars and single locomotive had turned into a blazing inferno. The heaters, lamps and the heavily varnished woodwork of the cars combined to engulf the mass of twisted wood and metal into a tower of flames.

The survivors of the disaster would never forget what they saw that night. Most of them worked frantically alongside a rescue crew from town as they tried to pull the wounded and the dead from the burning cars. Finally, the heat grew so intense that they were driven back, unaware that many of those who had been already rescued were now sinking into the waters of the creek. The heat from the fire had melted the ice on the river’s surface and now the water was surging up towards the bloody and burning debris. As they cried for help, the cold water washed into the wreck, drowning many of those still trapped there -- perhaps mercifully when faced with burning to death. One woman, later recalled by engineer Daniel McGuire, was trapped in the wreckage as the fire burned toward her and she begged with someone to cut off her legs and pull her out before the flames reached her. Tragically, no one made it to her in time and McGuire could only watch as she burned to death. McGuire’s friend, “Columbia” engineer, Peter Levenbroe, had been crushed in the engine when it fell. He died on the way to the hospital in Cleveland.


A photograph taken after the disaster

(Right) An artist's rendering of the events that occurred after the train wreck

William Alsell, the telegraph operator, had fallen and stumbled down the snow-covered hill to the wreck just moments after seeing the train plunge to its doom. Kicking out windows, he pulled wounded and unconscious passengers to safety and fought bravely to keep them from the fire and icy waters. Meanwhile, Daniel McGuire, after bringing the “Socrates” to a halt, sprinted to the depot with the terrible news before returning to the scene. A minute later, brakeman A.L. Stone, who had escaped from the last car, limped into the station. He was badly hurt and bleeding but managed to send a telegram to Erie in case another train was following behind the No. 5. Within minutes, every bell in Ashtabula was sounding the alarm for firemen and volunteers.

The fire, which killed more people than the initial wreck, has been a subject of mystery and debate since 1876. Although the Ashtabula fire department managed to get one engine down to the fire, no hoses were ever connected and no water, save for a few buckets of melted snow, was ever directed at the burning debris. It was rumored afterwards that officials from the Lake Shore & Michigan Southern Railroad forbade anyone to put out the fire. The reason, according to rumors, was that the company’s insurance liability would be less if the passengers were not only dead, but burned beyond recognition as well. There was no truth to this but it added to the finger-pointing and blame that followed.

The less dramatic reasons were the confusing conditions at the scene. No one had ever seen anything like this before and when Ashtabula fire chief G.A. Knapp arrived on the scene 45 minutes after the crash (possibly intoxicated), he found a scene of total pandemonium. There was no organized effort to do anything. Passengers and rescuers were simply trying to save any0ne they could and were hampered by the fire, the water, smoke, snow and treacherous terrain. Efforts were further impeded by the hundreds of spectators who had gathered and by the activities of thieves, who boldly robbed the wounded and helpless passengers. The terror at the scene was increased by the terrible snapping noise created by the paint on the train cars as it ignited.

Fire Chief Knapp gazed in bewilderment at the wreck and asked train station agent George Strong which side of the burning mass he and his men should put water on. Strong, more concerned about the advancing flames killing more people while the decisions were being made, told him to forget about the water and to worry about getting the people out instead. This was likely the right decision but it never mattered for no actual orders were given by Knapp, Strong or any Ashtabula officials that night. The firemen simply pitched into the efforts of the rescue workers and concentrated their efforts on pulling the wounded from their fiery and watery fates. The fire eventually burned itself out and by daybreak was a blackened pile of burned metal, scorched debris and roasted human flesh.

It took more than a week to clean it all up. Although 15o men were eventually sent to the scene by the railroad, there never found or identified all of those who were missing. The main problem was that no one had any idea just how many had been on the train. The conductor’s records showed 128 passengers but others claimed upwards of 200 were on board when the wreck occurred. The best estimate is that 89 were killed and 63 were wounded, five of whom died later. There were 19 corpses, or parts of corpses, that were never identified at all. A temporary morgue was set up in the Lake Shore & Michigan Southern freight depot and weeping loved ones searched through the boxes of remains for weeks afterward. Many of them were identified only by jewelry that somehow managed to escape the notice of thieves at the disaster site. After funeral services at two Ashtabula churches were conducted on January 19, 1877, the unidentified dead were buried in nearby Chestnut Grove Cemetery. A monument was created for them in the 1890’s, largely funded by Governor William McKinley and Lucretia Garfield, widow of the president.

The investigations into the disaster began as the fires were still smoldering. At 9:00 a.m. on the day after the accident, an inquest was convened under the authority of justice of the peace Edward W. Richards. It lasted for 68 days and dozens of witnesses were heard. The jury in the case reached a series of eight verdicts, all highly critical of the Lake Shore & Michigan Southern railroad and the rescuers at the scene. The verdicts are still considered controversial today.


The monument for the unknown dead that stands in Chestnut Grove Cemetery

They ruled that the railroad was entirely responsible for the accident and the deaths and injuries that came from it. The jury stated that the company had willfully designed, constructed and erected a fatally flawed bridge and then had failed to adequately inspect it for the next 11 years, leading up to the disaster. Additionally, they also found that the railroad, in violation of Ohio law, had failed to heat the passenger cars by a “heating apparatus so constructed that the fire in it will be immediately extinguished whenever the cars are thrown from the track.” Finally, the jury blamed the fire department and the railroad officials at the disaster scene for many of the fire deaths, claiming that they should have put out the fire rather than try to rescue trapped victims.

None of those accused by the jury took it lightly. The Lake Shore & Michigan Southern Railroad eventually paid off about $500,000 in damage claims with little dispute. However, the company refused to admit responsibility for the bridge failure, arguing that the wreck was caused by either the “Columbia” leaving the track, a broken rail or incredibly, a tornado that swept down and wiped out the bridge. The most vocal in rejecting blame was Amasa B. Stone, Jr., a Cleveland millionaire and railroad mogul -- and the man who had designed and built the bridge. Until the day he died, he insisted the bridge had been sound and that it had to be human error or an act of God that caused the disaster.

Stone was wrong but the truth was more complex than either side would have ever allowed. The original railroad bridge over Ashtabula Creek had been a wooden one. In 1863, Amasa Stone made plans to replace it with a design of his own. The key section was the middle span, a 154 foot piece that sat on two stone abutments that were put up after an extensive fill had narrowed the river valley. It was a variation on the long-used wood and iron truss but Stone’s new design used an all iron structure, a type that had never been tried and as it turned out, would never be replicated. The new structure was installed in the fall of 1865 and was a series of 14 panels that were protected against the force produced by the weight of the trains by enormous diagonal I-beams. All of the steel in the bridge was produced at the Cleveland Rolling Mills, which was owned by Stone’s brother, Andros. The crew installing the bridge ran into many problems and at one point, it had to be entirely taken down and then put back up again at great expense. When Joseph Tomlinson, an engineer on the project, warned Stone about the stress on the trusses, Stone fired him. When completed, the bridge was tested by the weight of six locomotives and pronounced safe.

After the disaster, many would remark that it was not so surprising that the bridge fell but that it managed to stay up for 11 years without mishap. It was inspected four times each year by railroad officials, who reported no problems -- except for the suspicious “snapping” noise that train engineers sometimes heard as they traveled over the bridge. Also among the details missed by inspectors was the fact that the metal on the ends of the beams had been crudely filed down to make them fit. If inspector Charles Collins, who looked at the bridge just 10 days before the calamity and found no problems, had gotten down among the I-beams and had seen what many others saw when the ruined bridge was on the ground two months later, he would have shut it down immediately. Several of the I-beams were as much as three inches out of alignment at their juncture with the bearing blocks. Given that the essence of the design was the connection of all of the parts, the displacement of the I-beams meant that it was just a matter of time before something horrible occurred.

Amasa Stone refused to admit guilt though and remained his usual arrogant self when questioned by a special investigative committee of the Ohio legislature on January 18, 1877. Not only had the bridge been safe, he insisted, but it had been designed to be stronger than it needed to be. As for the stoves that set the cars on fire, he insisted that he had examined every other type of stove that was available and had dismissed them as unsuitable. The stoves that he had used, manufactured by Baker, had simply been the best. No stove could be designed to extinguish itself in case of accident. In his final opinion, he stated that the train had jumped the tracks and in turn, had demolished the bridge.

Inspector Charles Collins was the mirror opposite of Stone. The man who had recently inspected the bridge reportedly “wept like a baby” when he saw the wreckage and loss of life in the Ashtabula valley. Although he testified in public that he always thought the bridge was safe, there were whispers that he told a different story to those who were close to him. Some maintained that he had been forced to give favorable reports about the bridge by the company and that he often said that he trusted “it will be a freight and now with a passenger train” when the bridge finally went down. Collins took most of the blame for the company after the disaster and there was no question that he blamed himself for the accident. Three days after he testified to the special committee, he was found dead in his bed at his resident on Seneca Street in Cleveland. He had blown his brains out with a pistol just hours after he completed his testimony.

Fate eventually caught up with Amasa Stone as well. Although he never accepted any responsibility for the accident and avoided personal legal consequences for it, there is no question that he was hurt by the public perception of him as a “murderer”. His temperament, never a happy one to begin with, became even darker after business reverses and then ill health followed in wake of the Ashtabula disaster. By 1883, he had endured all that he could stand and on the afternoon of May 11, he locked himself in the bathroom of his Cleveland mansion and fired a bullet through his heart.

There is little to be seen today where the terrible events of December 1876 took place. The river now flows beneath an ordinary viaduct and it is impossible now to imagine the horror, fear and death that took place here. In spite of this, some mysteries do remain. According to some, the No. 5 train was said to have been carrying as much as $2 million in gold bullion on that cold December night. If it was, all of it was lost in the valley below and remains there today, still waiting for someone to find it.

Whether there is lost treasure here or not though, it is not believed that the ghosts of those who died here still linger at the site of their demise. Strangely, have not been found at the place where their lives ended so tragically but rather at the Chestnut Grove Cemetery, where the remains of the unidentified were laid to rest. It is here, near the stark, granite obelisk that marks the common grave, where visitors to the graveyard have reported seeing specters that walk about and which are sometimes captured on film. The wraiths, often seen in period warm weather clothing, wander about carrying carpetbags and baskets. Screams are sometimes heard in the darkness and some claim that a burning smell often sweeps through the air nearby.

Just a short distance away from the mass grave is the ornate and gothic mausoleum of Charles Collins, the luckless inspector who had missed the fatal flaws in the Ashtabula bridge. It is ironic that he would be entombed to close to the graves of those who death he inadvertently caused and not surprisingly, his ghost is said to haunt this place as well. According to the stories, the spectral figure of a man has often been seen near the tomb. He often appears with his face in his hands, weeping bitterly. “I’m sorry -- I’m so very sorry,” he cries, wringing his hands in torture and then he vanishes, never finding the forgiveness that he so desperately craves.

© Copyright 2003 by Troy Taylor. All Rights Reserved.

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Sources & Bibliography:
Bellamy, John Stark II - The Corpse in the Cellar (1999)
Cleveland Plain Dealer Newspaper
Dead Ohio (website)
Galloway, Lisa - Ashtabula Train Disaster (2002)
Personal Interviews & Correspondence