The writer occupied the humble post of brakesman—elected thereto in all humility by an overpowering majority.

Stephenson was again taken on as a brakesman at the p. 40West Moor Pit.

That was the road she took, before my eyes, under the most comfortable conditions, in an electric trolley driven by a brakesman.

To this place Stephenson first came as a brakesman about the end of 1804.