The Man Who Insisted on Paying His Fare
A Swedish immigrant creates a scene at the Northern Pacific depot by trying to pay back a debt to a railroad that didn't even want his money.
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A man whose conscience revolts at the idea of cheating a railroad company out of 25 cents has been found and is regarded as a curiosity by H.P. Nadeau, the ticket agent at the Northern Pacific depot. This man, who gave his name as Henry Johnson, called on Mr. Nadeau at the depot and said, 'What is the name of that station between Seattle and Black River?' 'There used to be a station at Van Asselt, but trains do not stop there any more,' answered Mr. Nadeau. 'Well, I rode from there to Black River on July 26 last year, and I did not pay my fare. How much was it?' asked the stranger in his Swedish accent. 'Twenty-five cents,' the agent answered. 'Well, I want to pay it now,' said the man, and threw down a quarter. As there was no provision in the railroad accounts for a conscience fund, Mr. Nadeau concluded that the quarter was not worth the labor of bookkeeping and said, 'Oh, take that and buy beer with it.' 'No, I never drink; I owe it and want to pay it. If you won't take it, I'll pay it to the conductor.' 'The conductor is dead,' said the agent, referring to George P. Long, who died several months ago. Mr. Johnson persisted in arguing the matter until the office closed for the night.
“What is the name of that station between Seattle and Black River? ... I rode from there to Black River on July 26, last year, and I did not pay my fare. How much was it?”
While transit fare enforcement is a contentious modern debate, this 1894 incident highlights the rigid, bureaucratic, and often dismissive nature of corporate infrastructure in the late 19th-century Pacific Northwest.
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