Delivering a Rumely Tractor

By Staff
Published on May 1, 1966
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Rumely Oil Pull - Model Z 40-60 owned by Mr. Krumwiede. This isonly one of his 29 Rumely Tractors.
Rumely Oil Pull - Model Z 40-60 owned by Mr. Krumwiede. This isonly one of his 29 Rumely Tractors.
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35-70 Minneapolis Gas Tractor owned by W. O. Krumwiede ofVoltaire, N. D. and John O. Tysse of Crosby, N. D. That's Mr.Krumwiede by the belt pulley of the 'Minnie'.
35-70 Minneapolis Gas Tractor owned by W. O. Krumwiede ofVoltaire, N. D. and John O. Tysse of Crosby, N. D. That's Mr.Krumwiede by the belt pulley of the 'Minnie'.
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This is my 8 HP Famous International Harvester Skid Engine. Itwas found high on a hill 12 miles from my home. It was in a verydeplorable condition in the summer of 1964. Mr. Gamble worked on itthe most during the winter of 1965. That is Mr. Gamble on the rightin the picture and I am on the left. We were starting for ourColonial Day Parade in Painted Post on June 12, 1965. We had toreplace the half of wooden barrel for cooling with a steel drum.Skid is the same original. Later I returned to the place to lookfor the operating manual but couldn't find it, although I didfind the original battery box. We had to find a wagon also for easyhandling. They do not come easy either. Make and break ignition,6' bore 10' stroke and fires every other time. TheInternational people could give me no information as to time ofmanufacture, specifications or operating manual. We had this engineon display at the Canadaigua, New York Pagent of Steam duringAugust, 1965 and it was admired by many. Following is a descriptionof the engine: Skid - black, base of engine - gray, engine - red,wheels - green alum., water pipe and tank -cascade green, weight ofengine and wagon is 4,075 lbs.
This is my 8 HP Famous International Harvester Skid Engine. Itwas found high on a hill 12 miles from my home. It was in a verydeplorable condition in the summer of 1964. Mr. Gamble worked on itthe most during the winter of 1965. That is Mr. Gamble on the rightin the picture and I am on the left. We were starting for ourColonial Day Parade in Painted Post on June 12, 1965. We had toreplace the half of wooden barrel for cooling with a steel drum.Skid is the same original. Later I returned to the place to lookfor the operating manual but couldn't find it, although I didfind the original battery box. We had to find a wagon also for easyhandling. They do not come easy either. Make and break ignition,6' bore 10' stroke and fires every other time. TheInternational people could give me no information as to time ofmanufacture, specifications or operating manual. We had this engineon display at the Canadaigua, New York Pagent of Steam duringAugust, 1965 and it was admired by many. Following is a descriptionof the engine: Skid - black, base of engine - gray, engine - red,wheels - green alum., water pipe and tank -cascade green, weight ofengine and wagon is 4,075 lbs.

While working for the Rumely Thresher Company at their St. Louis
Branch, a Mr. D. A. Upham wrote the Rumely Company at Laporte,
Indiana, asking information about a tractor and plow. Since the
inquiry came from Mt. Carmel, Illinois, which was in St. Louis
territory, it was sent there and then to Tom Adams, salesman for
that block.

Mr. Adams called on Mr. Upham and sold him a Model B, 25-45 Oil
Pull and an eight gang Oliver plow.

Mr. Upham’s land lay across the Wabash River in Indiana,
hence was in the Indianapolis branch territory. The manager at
Indianapolis soon heard of the sale and claimed the credit for it
should go to his branch instead of to St. Louis. Quite an argument
ensued and when the tractor arrived at Mt. Carmel, I was sent to
unload and deliver it. When I arrived I found the Indianapolis
branch manager had sent their man to deliver the same outfit.

Their serviceman and I had no quarrel. We thought it was fine to
have help in delivering the machinery.

We were soon unloaded and the plows knocked down were loaded on
a wagon and we were on our way to the Wabash Ferry landing. The
tractor was quite a load for the boat, but we got across without
any trouble.

We quickly reached the ranch headquarters, had the plows set up and
were on our way to the field where we were to start plowing. As we
were crossing a low spot of land which had recently been cleared of
trees, I noticed the ground trembling for quite a distance around
the tractor. I knew we were on quicksand, so I headed the tractor
in between two large stumps and shut it down. We hauled a load of
plank and planked our way out. It was much easier to get out that
way than to bury the tractor.

We stayed at the ranch headquarters with the other ranch help
and were all in bed by ten o’clock. About ten-thirty, the
foreman called me and said I was wanted on the telephone. It was
the hotel man at Mt. Carmel who said there was a telegram for me.
He read it and it was instructions for me to be at Laddonia,
Missouri, the next day for a plowing demonstration.

I knew I’d have to be on my way if I wanted to make it to
Laddonia in time, so I asked him to send a livery rig to the ferry
landing and I would wait there for him. I was soon across the
river. I knew the man wouldn’t be there for some time, so with
a grip in each hand, I started walking toward the main road.
Progress was slow as it was all over flow land. The sand was deep
and just a trail through the woods.

As I came around a bend in the trail, I found myself in a gypsy
camp. They had moved in after we had gone through with the tractor.
Their wagons were crowded in the brush on each side of the trail.
They had a fire burning in the middle of the trail and a bulldog
was lying by the fire. The gypsies moved back and I walked through
between them and the fire. No one said a word. I suppose I was in
no danger but the farther I got away from them the better I
felt.

I soon came to the main road and waited for what seemed hours
and no livery man came. I was getting cold and didn’t like the
idea of staying there all night. There was a nice home across the
road and a telephone line leading to the house. I decided to awaken
them and ask to use their phone. A path lead to the front door with
a small gate at the entrance. I slammed the gate as I went through
to give them warning that someone was coming. It was lucky that I
did as a large dog came around the house and after me and showed no
signs of being friendly. I slammed the gate in his face and went
across the road. He kept his position by the gate just to be sure I
stayed on my side of the road. After another long wait, the
livery  man finally came, apologized for being so late. By
doing some fast driving with a team of horses, we arrived in Mt.
Carmel in time for me to get a night train to St. Louis. Then a
morning train out to Laddonia. I arrived about noon only to find
that they had had a hard rain the night before and the
demonstration had been postponed.

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