
| John Ephraim Haynes
: I had never intended to enter into the railroad business and in fact was utterly ignorant of it. A consortium had been formed for the purpose of opening textile mills in Charleston, South Carolina, and I had been offered a share as a managing partner. I was born and raised in Rhode Island, and had worked in a mill in Providence but was without patron and unable to rise in that business and so came South, a man in his third decade, to take up the offer of a friend I had known at college, for gainful employment with the proposed Mercury Textile Mill Company. The critical factors were shortages of labor and transport, we soon found. Slaves were expensive and difficult to manage in delicate work, and free labor was scarce. We were able to copy some of the systems used in Northern mills, including the employment of orphans and unmarried women, but labor cost and availability remained a concern. Transport should not have been a problem; Charleston is located on a spit of land between the Ashley and Cooper Rivers and a railway company was founded there in 1827. The rivers are however shallow, narrow and are not navigable for any useful distance into the hinterlands. Of the plantations located near the city, most are given over to the production of rice and indigo and produce little if any cotton. Those plantations that could still produce a viable cotton crop were located farther inland, in the piedmont and low hill country, where cotton had not yet leached the soil and wrecked its fertility. There was a railroad already in place from Charleston west to Hamburg, which is across the river from Augusta, Georgia. Once touted as the longest in the world, it had fallen into a sad state of disrepair and disuse. A boiler explosion some years before had driven away investors as well as potential customers for freight and passage, and in general there had been false economies and mismanagement of finances. We were invited to join the company as investors but refused; a counter-offer of purchase was accepted and the partners named me to head up railroad operations of the renamed Mercury Transport Company. We had not chosen the name to flatter the Charleston newspaper of the same name but soon found it did not hurt us; I did not know then and never did discover the origins of the name. I was as I said a very young man for such a position, and I had a young man’s foolish confidence. With new owners came resurgence in optimism and an influx of new capital, and so we set about restoring the railroad to operation so that we might bring cotton to our mill. Our most notable improvements were the addition of a branch line to the state capital in Columbia and a set of new and modern locomotives from William Norris’ works in Philadelphia. These machines replaced old English-style locomotives that were lightweight, underpowered and unreliable, and the Norris machines gave us fine service. For that day they had high pressure and great traction power, and their ability to climb a grade under load meant we could extend our tracks into the piedmont where the cotton grew. We spent much time and effort adjusting our freight tables with an eye to keeping our rates moderate so as to attract customers, and as much or more on our mechanics and engineers so that our service might be reliable. And attract customers we did! Our opening day festivities were the talk of the town! We provided a train of special cars for notables to officially open the new branch line to Columbia, stopping at Branchville to allow the examination of the new switch and a modern watering facility. With that done, there was nothing for it but to open the lines for regular service and keep up the schedule as regular as a chronometer. That was something different for Charleston, and at first they did not care for it. If a prominent man needed fast passage to Columbia he expected the engineer to await his arrival, and did not take kindly to being told the train had left as scheduled a quarter-hour before! I met my future wife, my Caroline, for the first time that day in Branchville. I had been married once before, to Mary Hanlon, but poor Mary died in childbirth – the child, too – and I had thrown myself into my work since then. But there was Caroline, not a bit frightened of the big Norris or its hissing boiler, eager for a ride and stamping her little foot at her outraged father. She was above the coquette, had no use for the simpering manners so common to Southern ladies. I loved her, even then. ![]() Sidebar – At the start of the game I selected moderate difficulty and set the AI bonus to $350,000. I started a company – Mercury Transport – and built a textile mill in Charleston, South Carolina, north of my large station in the center of town. From Charleston I ran a single line northwest, splitting it to go west to Augusta, Georgia and north to Columbia, SC. I bought two Norris locos and set them on Augusta-Chas-Columbia-Chas routes. I put a water tower just south of the junction; no repair shop yet.
During our first six months of operations there were regular meetings of the company for the purpose of discussing our situation and future plans. Our debates were often heated – even intemperate! – and concerned how to apportion out our scant resources between the mill and the railroad. Due to delays in delivery of equipment and the problem of securing sufficient labor, the mill buildings sat idle for most of the first year, absorbing funds yet producing nothing of fabric or revenue. The railroad prospered, but South Carolina was not large enough for us to materially expand our operations in that state. One set of men wished the company to purchase cotton plantations to supply the mill, but we were unable to secure an offer we could afford. The plantation owners were barely bringing in a respectable crop of cotton, but their pride and their debts encouraged an asking price we could not raise. Many of these high-toned gentlemen planters were in fact deeply indebted and near impoverished except for the slaves they could sell West where the soil was not yet exhausted. With no further investment in industry or land possible, we turned our full attention to the railroad.
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