Granddad's GALLOWAY


| April/May 1999



5 HP Galloway

25246 County Road 95, Davis, California 95616

I had just gotten the old engine bug in about 1971 when I remembered seeing an engine at my grandparents' place in Winnemucca, Nevada. I talked to my aunt who was still living at the home place. She verified that indeed there was an engine there, and that she would give it to me. My dad and I made the 300-mile trip from Davis to Winnemucca to retrieve this treasure. The engine was located in a long, narrow shed next to the hand-dug well. Water in the well stood at about 10 feet below the surface. There was a vertical centrifugal pump set about 16 feet deep in the well with the shaft extending to the surface and a horizontal pulley on top. Thus, the belt turned 90 degrees from the engine pulley when driving the pump.

The engine turned out to be a 5 HP round-rod Galloway, serial #7581, with a manufactured clutch pulley that was 10 inches in diameter. This proved to be too small to run the pump pulley. Granddad was an expert carpenter, so he laminated about eight one-by-twelve-inch boards together around the original clutch then trued them to round to make the required 24-inch pulley. While loading the Galloway, we also threw on some other junk from the shelves in the shed. An additional carburetor was used later on an 8 HP Monitor, and there was also a generator with green paint with Galloway stenciled across the magnets in a way that looked like it came from the factory with that color scheme. Everyone knows that Galloways are red with yellow lettering and striping (uh-oh, I'm getting ahead of my story). A well-worn parts manual and an instruction book were found in Granddad's papers. There was also a letter written in 1921 from the William Galloway Company in reply to an inquiry for oversized and wider piston rings. The piston now in the engine is not worn very much so I suspect that Granddad eventually ordered another piston and rings to replace the worn one.

After getting the engine home, it seemed like it was time to see if I could make it run. The engine was free and all the valves and parts were free. I should dream up some horror story on all the problems I had getting it up and running. To tell the truth, though, I wiped sand out of all the pieces I could reach with a rag (I didn't own an air compressor at the time), oiled it up, hooked up the battery, put gas in the tank, and turned the flywheel. The second pull it fired and ran like a top. It was the easiest engine I have ever started.

The 5 HP Galloway completely restored with the correct yellow detail and striping.

The original clutch pulley was 10 inch diameter. My grandfather laminated eight one-by-twelve inch boards together around the original clutch then trued them to round to make the 24 inch desired pulley.

Maybe a little history of the engine might be in order. Granddad ordered the engine new in 1908 from the factory in Waterloo, Iowa. At that time, he was a cattle rancher in Paradise Valley north of Winnemucca. The engine came on the train in late summer, crated for shipment. They unloaded it on a wagon and hauled it the 30 miles to the ranch to use for pumping water the next spring. It remained crated that severe winter. By spring, most of the cattle he owned had died in the cold. They lost the ranch and moved onto 20 acres at the edge of Winnemucca. The engine went with them still packed in the original crate. The family built a house and hand-dug a well about 30 feet deep hitting an excellent strata that provided water for the house and five to ten acres of garden for their use, which included vegetables and alfalfa for the horse.

The generator mounted to operate on the edge of the flywheel. It has not been repainted. Noted the pale GALLOWAY printed across the dark green painted magnets.

It was my grandmother's job to start the engine. She was a very small woman, under five feet tall, and probably never weighed over 100 pounds. My aunt and uncles used to say that the Galloway would backfire once in a while and throw Grammy across the shed which stimulated her temper. She then would attack the engine with renewed determination and soon the engine was purring.