Reprove not in their wrath incensed men, Good counsel comes clean out of season then; But when his fury is appeased and past, He will conceive his fault and mend at last: When he is cool and calm, then utter it; No man gives physic in the midst o" th" fit.
Randolph.
519.
It is not flesh and blood, it is the heart, that makes fathers and sons.
Schiller.
520.
Discontent is like ink poured into water, which fills the whole fountain full of blackness. It casts a cloud over the mind, and renders it more occupied about the evil which disquiets it than about the means of removing it.
Feltham.
521.
We are accustomed to see men deride what they do not understand, and snarl at the good and beautiful because it lies beyond their sympathies.
Goethe.
522.
A just and reasonable modesty does not only recommend eloquence, but sets off every talent which a man can be possessed of. It heightens all the virtues which it accompanies; like the shades of paintings, it raises and rounds every figure, and makes the colours more beautiful, though not so glowing as they would be without it.
Addison.
523.
Happy the man who lives at home, making it his business to regulate his desires.
La Fontaine.
524.
It is true that men are no fit judges of themselves, because commonly they are partial to their own cause; yet it is as true that he who will dispose himself to judge indifferently of himself can do it better than any body else, because a man can see farther into his own mind and heart than any one else can.
Harrington.
525.
Envy is a vice that would pose a man to tell what it should be liked for. Other vices we a.s.sume for that we falsely suppose they bring us either pleasure, profit, or honour. But in envy who is it can find any of these? Instead of pleasure, we vex and gall ourselves. Like cankered bra.s.s, it only eats itself, nay, discolours and renders it noisome. When some one told Agis that those of his neighbour"s family did envy him, "Why, then," says he, "they have a double vexation--one, with their own evil, the other, at my prosperity."
Feltham.
526.
The most silent people are generally those who think most highly of themselves. They fancy themselves superior to every one else, and, not being sure of making good their secret pretensions, decline entering the lists altogether. Thus they "lay the flattering unction to their souls" that they could have said better things than others, or that the conversation was beneath them.
Hazlitt.
527.
It is commonly a dangerous thing for a man to have more sense than his neighbours. Socrates paid for his superiority with his life; and if Aristotle saved his skin, accused as he was of heresy by the chief priest Eurymedon, it was because he took to his heels in time.
Wieland.
528.
Flattery may be considered as a mode of companionship, degrading but profitable to him who flatters.
Theophrastus.
529.
Rich presents, though profusely given, Are not so dear to righteous Heaven As gifts by honest gains supplied, Though small, which faith hath sanctified.
Mahabharata.
530.
To-day is thine to spend, but not to-morrow; Counting on morrows breedeth bankrupt sorrow: O squander not this breath that Heaven hath lent thee; Make not too sure another breath to borrow.
Omar Khayyam.
531.
Leave not the business of to-day to be done to-morrow; for who knoweth what may be thy condition to-morrow? The rose-garden, which to-day is full of flowers, when to-morrow thou wouldst pluck a rose, may not afford thee one.
Firdausi.
532.
Virtue beameth from a generous spirit as light from the moon, or as brilliancy from Jupiter.
Nizami.
533.
The worth of a horse is known by its speed, the value of oxen by their carrying power, the worth of a cow by its milk-giving capacity, and that of a wise man by his speech.
Burmese.
534.
Men of genius are often dull and inert in society, as the blazing meteor when it descends to earth is only a stone.
Longfellow.
535.
If a man die young he hath left us at dinner; it is bed-time with a man of three score and ten; and he that lives a hundred years hath walked a mile after supper. This life is but one day of three meals, or one meal of three courses--childhood, youth, and old age. To sup well is to live well, and that"s the way to sleep well.
Overbury.
536.
There is nothing keeps longer than a middling fortune, and nothing melts away sooner than a great one. Poverty treads upon the heels of great and unexpected riches.
La Bruyere.
537.
Society is a more level surface than we imagine. Wise men or absolute fools are hard to be met with, as there are few giants or dwarfs. The heaviest charge we can bring against the general texture of society is that it is commonplace. Our fancied superiority to others is in some one thing which we think most of because we excel in it, or have paid most attention to it; whilst we overlook their superiority to us in something else which they set equal and exclusive store by.
Hazlitt.
538.
It is resignation and contentment that are best calculated to lead us safely through life. Whoever has not sufficient power to endure privations, and even suffering, can never feel that he is armour-proof against painful emotions; nay, he must attribute to himself, or at least to the morbid sensitiveness of his nature, every disagreeable feeling he may suffer.
Von Humboldt.
539.
Petrarch observes, that we change language, habits, laws, customs, manners, but not vices, not diseases, not the symptoms of folly and madness--they are still the same. And as a river, we see, keeps the like name and place, but not water, and yet ever runs, our times and persons alter, vices are the same, and ever be. Look how nightingales sang of old, c.o.c.ks crowed, kine lowed, sheep bleated, sparrows chirped, dogs barked, so they do still: we keep our madness still, play the fool still; we are of the same humours and inclinations as our predecessors were; you shall find us all alike, much as one, we and our sons, and so shall our posterity continue to the last.
Burton.
540.
The mother of the useful arts is necessity, that of the fine arts is luxury; for father the former have intellect, the latter, genius, which itself is a kind of luxury.
Schopenhauer.
541.
The fool who knows his foolishness is wise so far, at least; but a fool who thinks himself wise, he is called a fool indeed.
Dhammapada.
542.
He who mixes with unclean things becomes unclean himself; he whose a.s.sociations are pure becomes purer each day.
Talmud.
543.
Heaven"s gate is narrow and minute,[29] It cannot be perceived by foolish men, Blinded by vain illusions of the world. E"en the clear-sighted, who discern the way And seek to enter, find the portal barred And hard to be unlocked. Its ma.s.sive bolts Are pride and pa.s.sion, avarice and l.u.s.t.
Mahabharata.
[29] Cf. Matt. VII, 14.
544.
Eschew that friend, if thou art wise, who consorts with thy enemies.
Sa"di.
545.
Who can tell Men"s hearts? The purest comprehend Such contradictions, and can blend The force to bear, the power to feel, The tender bud, the tempered steel.
Hindu Drama.
546.
Whosoever hath not knowledge, and benevolence, and piety knoweth nothing of reality, and dwelleth only in semblance.
Sa"di.
547.
If thou shouldst find thy friend in the wrong reprove him secretly, but in the presence of company praise him.
Arabic.
548.
Modesty is attended with profit, arrogance brings on destruction.
Chinese.
549.
The greatest hatred, like the greatest virtue and the worst dogs, is quiet.
Richter.
550.
Is a preface exquisitely written? No literary morsel is more delicious. Is the author inveterately dull? It is a kind of preparatory information, which may be very useful. It argues a deficiency of taste to turn over whether between men and women, or between persons of the same s.e.x, is ultimately traceable to a failure duly to recognize and respect the rights of individuality." "I"m inclined to agree with you," answered Duncan; "but now I"ve got to dish up and carve this kettleful of corned beef, and you, I imagine, might somewhat expedite the work of the earth shovelers by lending them the light of your countenance for a time." Duncan had scarcely finished the dishing up of the unsavory corned beef, the only merit of which was that it was sufficiently cooked, when a dispatch came to him from the New York bankers whom he had left in charge of the company"s interests in the financial capital. They telegraphed: Tandy reports that you have completely failed to build across county line. The others give notice that if so, they will deflect road to Paducah. Tandy offers subscriptions of vast sum from counties, towns, Paducah, and his Memphis and Ohio road. What answer shall we give? Answer by telegraph. This message acted like an electric shock. It quickened every pulse of Duncan"s being. It nerved him to new endeavor and renewed determination. He promptly replied: Tell them to wait till time is up. They have given their promise and I have given mine. I will keep mine. They must keep theirs. Remind them I"m not dead yet. Then Duncan went to inspect the progress of the work. pardpardeftab720sa140qlqnatural cf0 pardpardeftab720sa300qlqnatural cf0 x.x.xIV A CHEER FOR LITTLE MISSIE It was after seven o"clock, and darkness had completely fallen, when Barbara received Guilford Duncan"s telegraphic appeal for help "in earnest." She wasted no time--slow operator that she was on the telegraph--in sending messages of sympathy and rea.s.surance. She laboriously spelled out the words: "I"ll do my best," and closed the instrument in order that she might attend to more pressing things than telegraphic chatting. She summoned Bob to serve as her protector, and promptly sallied forth into the night. The great groceries, known as "boat stores," were accustomed to be open very late at night, and often all night, for the accommodation of the stewards of steamboats landing at the levee. At seven or eight in the evening they were sure to be open, with business in unabated activity. But the clerks were full of curiosity when Barbara, escorted only by the negro serving boy, presented herself and began rattling off orders greater in volume than any they had ever received, even from the steward of an overcrowded pa.s.senger steamer. She began by ordering forty sugar cured hams and four hindquarters of beef. She followed up these purchases with orders for four kegs of mola.s.ses, six boxes of macaroni, a barrel of rice, and so on through her list. Still more to the astonishment of the clerks, she gave scarcely a moment to the pricing of the several articles, and seemed to treat her purchases as matters of ordinary detail. They began to understand, however, when she ordered the goods sent that night by express, to that station on the Illinois Central Railroad which lay nearest the scene of Guilford Duncan"s operations, and directed that the bill be sent to him at the X National Bank for payment. Barbara made short work of her buying. When it was done she hurried home and packed a small trunk with some simple belongings of her own. At seven o"clock the next morning, accompanied by the negro boy Robert, she took the train and before noon found herself at the little station to which she had ordered the freight sent. She was disappointed to find that although she had ordered the goods sent by express, they had not come by the train on which she had traveled. The railroad was run by telegraphic orders in those days, and so, even at this small station, there was an instrument and an operator. Making use of these, Barbara inquired concerning the freight, and was a.s.sured of its arrival by a train due at four o"clock. She spent the intervening time in securing two wagons with four stout horses to each, and when the freight came it was loaded upon these with particular care, so that no accidents might occur to delay the journey. If the roads had been even tolerably good, one of the wagons might have carried the load, perhaps, but the roads were execrably bad and Barbara was not minded to take any risks. When the loading was done, it was nearly nightfall, but the eager girl insisted upon starting immediately, to the profound disgust of her drivers. The first ten miles of road was the best ten miles, as the drivers a.s.sured her, and by insisting upon a start that evening instead of waiting for morning, she managed to cover that part of the distance by eleven o"clock. Then she established a camp, saw the horses fed, gave the drivers a hot and savory supper, and ordered them to be ready to start again at sunrise. On resuming the journey in the morning, Barbara urged the teamsters to their best endeavors, reinforcing her plea for haste with a promise of a tempting money reward for each of them if they should complete the journey that day. The drivers did their mightiest to earn the reward, but the difficulties in the way proved to be much greater than even they had antic.i.p.ated. For the two great rivers had at last broken over their banks and their waters were already spreading over the face of the land. The country through which the road ran was slightly rolling. The small hillocks were secure from overflow at any time, but the low-lying s.p.a.ces between them were already under water, the depth of which varied from a few inches to two or three feet. The soft earth of the roadbed was now a mere quagmire, through which the horses laboriously dragged the wagons hub deep in mud. Worse still were those stretches of road which had been corduroyed with logs. For there some of the logs were floating out of place, and some were piled on top of those that were still held fast in the mud. In dragging the wagons through the mud reaches, it was necessary to stop every few minutes to give the horses a breathing spell. On the corduroy stretches it was often necessary to stop for half an hour or more at a time, while the drivers and Bob, wading knee deep, made such repairs as were possible and absolutely necessary. Bob, with his habitual exuberance of spirit, enjoyed all this mightily. The drivers did not enjoy it at all. Several times, indeed, they wanted to abandon the attempt, declaring that it was impossible to go farther. But for Barbara"s persuasive urgency, they would have unhitched the horses and gone home, leaving the wagons to such fate as might overtake them. As it was, the caravan moved slowly onward, with many haltings and much of weariness. It was midnight when, at last, the flare of the torches told Barbara that the journey was done. Not knowing whither the wagons should be taken, Barbara bade Bob go and find Duncan. When the young man heard of Barbara"s arrival, he and d.i.c.k Temple hurried to her, full of apprehension lest the journey and the exposure should have made her ill, and fuller still of fear that the conditions of life in the camp might prove to involve more of hardship than she could bear. For the first time in his life, Guilford Duncan felt like scolding. "What on earth are you doing here, Barbara?" he asked, and before he could add anything to the question, she playfully answered: "Just now, I"m waiting for you to tell the teamsters where to drive the wagons." "But Barbara----" "Never mind the rest of your scolding. I"ve already rehea.r.s.ed it in my imagination till I know it all by heart--forwards and backwards. Tell the men where the cooking place is." "But what are we to do with you, in all this flood and mud, and in the incessant rain?" "Just let me alone while I "help in earnest," as you said in your dispatch that you wanted me to do. You telegraphed me that you wanted two good cooks, so here we are, Bob and I. For, really, Bob has learned to cook as well as I can. I only wonder you didn"t send for us sooner. Now, we mustn"t waste any more time talking. I"ve got to set to work if the men are to have their breakfast on time, and there"s a lot of unloading to do before I can get at the things." The girl"s voice was strained and her manner not quite natural. The long anxiety and the cold and the weariness had begun to tell upon her. She was strong and resolute still, and ready for any physical effort or endurance that might be required of her. But she felt that she could stand no more of emotional strain. So, speaking low to Duncan, in order that his friend might not hear, she said: "Please, Guilford, don"t say anything more that your tenderness suggests. I can"t stand it. Be just commonplace and practical. Show the teamsters the way and let me get to work. I"ll be happier then and better." Duncan understood and was wise enough to obey. Half an hour later he and Temple had gone back to the crib, leaving Barbara to direct the unloading of the wagons. A little later still, Bob and the two negro women who had hitherto done the cooking went out among the men at work, bearing great kettles of steaming coffee for the refreshment of the well-nigh exhausted toilers. Bob accompanied his share of the coffee distribution by a little speech of his own devising: "Dar, now! Dat"s coffee as is, an" it"s hot an" strong, too. Little Missie done mek it wif her own han"s and she"s de lady wot sen"s it to you. She"s done come out inter de wilderness, jes to cook victuals fer you men, and you jes bet yer bottom dollar you"ll git a breakfas" in the mawnin"." Realizing the situation, and stimulated by their deep draughts of coffee, the men set up a cheer for "Little Missie," though they knew not who she was, and thought of her chiefly as a source of food supply. But they worked the better for the coffee, and for the promise it held out of good things to come. pardpardeftab720sa140qlqnatural cf0 pardpardeftab720sa300qlqnatural cf0 x.x.xV THE END OF A STRUGGLE When Duncan and Temple went to Barbara"s fire for their breakfast, after the workmen had been served, both were quick-witted enough to see that the little lady was in no condition to endure emotion of any kind. She had slept little on the night before leaving Cairo, very little more at the night camp during the journey, and not at all on the night of her arrival. Her first words indicated a purpose on her part to fend off all talk that might touch upon personal matters. "Good-morning, gentlemen," she said. "I"m very well, thank you, so you needn"t ask me about that, especially as there are more important things to be discussed. I brought all the supplies I could, but after seeing the men eat, I realize that we shall run short of food very soon. How many more days are there?" "Four more--including to-day." "Then you must telegraph at once to Cairo for more beef, or we shall run short. Please go and telegraph at once, Guilford. Then come back and your breakfast will be ready." When he had gone, the girl turned to Temple and said: "Everything is ready for you two. Bob will serve it. I think I"ll go and sleep a little, now. Don"t fail to wake me at ten o"clock, Bob, and have the roasts cut and ready to hang over the fire when I get up." With that, she tripped away to the canvas-covered wagon, which Duncan had detained at the camp to serve her as sleeping quarters. Late in the evening of that day, the two teamsters, who had started early in the morning on their return journey with the other wagon, rode back into camp on their horses. They reported the water as rising everywhere. In addition to the incoming flood from the swollen rivers, the nearly ceaseless rain had made raging torrents of all the creeks, and lakes of all the valleys. The teamsters had been obliged to abandon their wagon, wholly unable to make their way further. "Then we shall get no more provisions," said Barbara, in a sadly troubled voice. "And that"s a pity," answered Temple. "For the men"s spirits have greatly revived under the stimulus of your improved commissariat, Miss Barbara. How long will your supplies last?" "I"ve enough coffee, flour, and mola.s.ses," she answered, "to last through. But the fresh meat will be exhausted by to-morrow night. The hams will help out, for breakfasts, but they won"t go far among two hundred men. I"m sorry I couldn"t have brought more." "You could not have got through at all if your loads had been heavier," said Duncan. "We must simply do the best we can with what we"ve got. The coffee alone will go far to sustain the men, and the mola.s.ses will be a valuable subst.i.tute for meat. I still have hopes that we shall win." "Oh, we f2i must f0i0 win, you know. You mustn"t allow yourself to think of anything else." "We"ll try, at any rate, and with your superb courage to help us, I think we shall win." * * * * * It was six o"clock on the morning of the last day, when the night gave its first intimation of a purpose to come to an end. In the slow-coming gray of the dawn, the torches still flared, casting long and distorted shadows of the work-weary men, as they continued their toil. During that last night the entire company had been kept at work in a last desperate effort to accomplish the end so vitally necessary. All night long Duncan had done what he could to encourage the toilers, while Temple had given his attention to such devices as might shorten the task, or otherwise facilitate its doing. All night long Barbara had busied herself furnishing limitless coffee as an atonement for the insufficient food the men had had since her supplies of meat ran out, two days before. During the last half hour the rain had almost ceased, and Guilford Duncan had indulged an anxious hope that the skies might clear away with the sunrise, but just as the gray of morning began to give light enough for the workmen to see without the aid of the torches, the downpour began again, more pitilessly than ever. Its discouraging effect upon the already exhausted men was instantly apparent. A dozen of them at once quitted work and doggedly sat down in the mud of the embankment. Two or three others, reckless of everything but their own suffering, stretched themselves at full length to sleep where they were--too weary and hopeless, now, even to seek the less uncomfortable spots in which to rest their worn-out bodies. "Six hours more," said Duncan, looking at his watch. "Only six hours between us and triumph. Only six hours--and we must lose all, simply because the men are done up." "We"ll do it yet," answered young Temple. "We never can. Those fellows are done for, I tell you. I know the symptoms. They"ve lost their f2i morale f0i0 , lost the ambition for success. I"ve seen soldiers fall in precisely that way, too far gone even to shelter themselves from a cannonade." For the first time in his life, Guilford Duncan realized that there is such a thing as the Impossible. For the first time, he recognized the fact that there may be things which even courage and determination cannot achieve. The simple fact was that the long strain had at last begun to tell, even upon his resolute spirit. For three days and nights now he had not slept. For three days and nights he had not sat down. For three days and nights he had been wading in water and struggling in mud, and exhausting all his resources of mind and character in efforts to stimulate the men to continued endeavor. He was playing for a tremendous stake, as we know. His career, his future, all that he had ever dreamed of of ambition, hung upon success or failure in this undertaking, and now at last, and in spite of his heroic struggle, failure stared him in the face. And apart from these considerations of self-interest, there were other and higher things to be thought of. If he failed now, an enterprise must be lost in which he had labored for a year to induce others to invest millions. If he failed, the diversion of this railroad from its original course must become an accomplished fact, to the ruin of his adopted city and the paralysis of growth in all that region, for perhaps ten years to come. Thus his own career, the millions of other men"s money, which had been risked upon faith in his power to achieve, and, worst of all, the development of all this fair, but very backward region--all of good to others, of which he had dreamed, and for which he had hoped and toiled--depended upon his success or failure in keeping two hundred utterly worn-out men at work in the rain, the water, and the mud, for six hours more. At last, this resolute man, whose courage had seemed unconquerable, was discouraged. "Might as well give it up," said Will Hallam. "The men simply will not work any longer." "It isn"t a case of will not, but of cannot," answered Duncan. Barbara heard all, as she hovered over the fire of logs, and busied herself with her tasks, regardless of rain and weariness, regardless of every consideration of self. She wore no wraps or protection of any kind against the torrents of rain. "They would simply bother me," she said, when urged to protect her person. Her face was flushed by the heat of the fire, but otherwise she was very pale, and her tightly compressed lips were livid as she straightened herself up to answer Duncan"s despairing words. "You are wrong," she said. "They can work a little longer if they will. It is for us to put will into them. Call them to the fire, a dozen or twenty at a time, for breakfast. I"ve something new and tempting for them--something that will renew their strength. You and Captain Hallam and Mr. Temple must do the rest." A dozen of the men had already come with their tin cups to drink again of the strong coffee that Barbara had been serving to them at intervals throughout the night. She had something more substantial for them now. She had by her a barrel full of batter, and she and the negro boy, Bob, each with two large frying pans, were making griddle cakes with astonishing rapidity. To each of the men she gave one of the tin plates, with half a dozen of the hot cakes upon it, bidding each help himself to mola.s.ses from the half barrel, from which, for convenience of ladling, Bob had removed the head. "This is breakfast," she said to the men, as they refreshed themselves. "There"ll be dinner, and a good one, ready for all of you at noon, when the work is done." The men were too far exhausted to greet her suggestion with enthusiasm. The few words they spoke in response were words of discouragement, and even of despair. They did not tell her that they had decided to work no more, but she saw clearly that they were on the point of such decision. The breakfast she was serving comforted them and gave them some small measure of fresh strength, but it did not give them courage enough to overcome their weariness. The girl saw clearly that something more effective must be devised and done. She puckered her forehead quizzically--after her manner when working out a problem in arithmetic. After a little the wrinkles pa.s.sed away, and lifting her eyes for a moment from her frying pans, she called to Captain Hallam: "Would you mind coming here a minute?" she asked. The man of affairs responded, wearily, but promptly. "What is it, Barbara?" "May I spend two thousand dollars, if I get this job done by noon?--that"s the last minute, Mr. Duncan tells me." "But how can you----" "Never mind how. May I have the two thousand dollars?" "Yes--twenty thousand--any amount, if only we succeed in pushing that car on rails across the county line before the clock strikes twelve." "Very well. I"ll see what I can do. Mr. Duncan, can you cook griddle cakes?" "Happily, yes," answered he. "I"m an old soldier, you know." "Very well, then. Please come here and cook for a little while--just till I get back. I won"t be long." Duncan took command of her two frying pans. A little amused smile appeared on his face as he did so, in spite of his discouragement and melancholy. But to the common sense and sincerity of the girl, there seemed nothing ludicrous in setting him thus to the undignified work. Intent upon her scheme, she darted away to where the several gangs of men were still making some pretense of working. To each gang, she said: "I"ve got two thousand dollars for you men, if you stick to your work and finish it before noon to-day. I"ll divide the money equally among all the men who stick. It will be ten dollars apiece, or more. Of course, you"ll get your triple wages besides. Will you keep it up? It"s only for a few hours more." Her tone was eager, and her manner almost piteously pleading. Without the persuasiveness of her personal appeal, it is doubtful that the men would have yielded to the temptation of the extra earning. Even with her influence added, more than a third of them--those who had already cast their tools aside and surrendered to exhaustion--refused to go on again with a task to which they felt themselves hopelessly unequal. But in every gang she addressed, there was a majority of men who braced themselves anew, and responded. The very last of the gangs to whom she made her appeal put their response into the form of a cheer, and instantly the other gangs echoed it. "What on earth has that girl said or done to the men to fetch a cheer from them!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Will Hallam. "Reckon Little Missie"s jest done bewitched "em," responded Bob, as he poured batter into his pans. A moment later Barbara, with a face that had not yet relaxed its look of intense earnestness, returned to the fire, and resumed her work over the frying pans. "Thank you, Mr. Duncan," was all she said in recognition of his service as a maker of griddle cakes. But she added: "The men will stick to work, now, I think--or most of them, at any rate. Perhaps you and Mr. Temple can do something to shorten it--to lessen the amount." Then, turning to Bob, she issued her orders: "Bring the hog, Bob, as quickly as you can. There"s barely time to roast it, before noon." The men had nearly all had their breakfasts now, so that the making of griddle cakes had about ceased. Hallam, Duncan, and the young engineer, Temple, taking new courage from Barbara"s report concerning the disposition of the men, were going about among the gangs, wading knee deep in water and mud, and giving such directions as were needed. Duncan, especially, was rendering service. As an old soldier, who had had varied experience in the hurried construction of earthworks under difficulties, he was able in many ways to hasten the present work. One thing he hit upon which went far to make success possible. That end of the crib which reached and crossed the county line offered a cavernous s.p.a.ce to be filled in. It was thickly surrounded by trees, and Duncan ordered all these felled, directing the chopping so that the trunks and branches should fall into the crib. Then setting men to chop off such of the branches as protruded above the proposed embankment level, and let them fall into the unoccupied s.p.a.ces, he presently had that part of the crib loosely filled in with a tangled ma.s.s of timber and tree tops. Gangs of men were meanwhile pushing cars along the temporary track, and dumping their loads of earth among the felled trees. Duncan, with a small gang, was extending these temporary tracks along the crib as fast as the earth dumped in provided a sufficient bed. This work of filling was very slow, of course, and when Duncan"s watch showed ten o"clock, he was well-nigh ready to despair. Under the strain of his anxiety he had forgotten to take any breakfast, and the prolonged exposure to water and rain had so far depressed his vitality that he now found a chill creeping over him. He hurried to Barbara"s fire for some coffee and a few mouthfuls of greatly needed food. There for the first time he saw what Barbara"s promised dinner was to be. The two separated halves of a dressed hog hung before and partly over the fire, roasting. "Where on earth did you get that?" he asked in astonishment. "Bob got it last night," she answered, "and dressed it himself." "But where, and how?" "I don"t know yet. He laughs when I ask questions. I"m sorely afraid Bob stole the hog from some farmer. I sent him out with some money to buy whatever meat he could find, for I saw that the men must have substantial food. He came back about daylight, and told me he had a dressed hog "out dar in de bushes." He gave me back all the money I had given him, and, as I say, he simply laughs when I ask questions. I"ll make him tell me all about it this afternoon. If he stole the hog, we can pay for it. And meanwhile the men shall have their dinner. How is the work getting on?" "Rapidly--but not rapidly enough, I fear. I must hurry back now." "I"ll go with you," said the girl. "Bob can watch the roasting," for Bob had reappeared at the fire. "But you can"t go with me," replied Duncan. "The water"s knee deep, and more, between here and the crib." "It can"t make me any wetter than I am now," replied the resolute girl, as she set off in Duncan"s company. At the crib she studied the situation critically. She knew nothing of engineering, of course, but she had an abundance of practical common sense, and in most of the affairs of this life, common sense goes a long way as a subst.i.tute for skill. "What time is it now?" she asked, after she had watched the slow progress of the work long enough to estimate the prospect. "Half past ten." "Then we"ve only an hour and a half more. It isn"t enough. You can never fill that hole in time." "I"m afraid we can"t. I"m afraid we"ve lost in the struggle." "Oh, no, you mustn"t feel that way. We simply must win this battle. If we can"t do it in one way, we must find another." Duncan made no answer. There seemed to him no answer to be made. The girl continued to look about her. After a while she asked: "Is the end of the crib at the county line?" "Yes--or rather the line lies a little way this side of the end of the crib." Again she remained silent for a time, before saying: "There are two big tree trunks lying longways there in the crib. They extend across the county line. Why can"t you jack them up into place, and lay your rails along them, without filling the s.p.a.ce, and without using any ties?" For half a minute the young man did not answer. At last he exclaimed: "That"s an inspiration!" Without pausing to say another word Duncan started at a run through the water till he reached the mud embankment. Then he ran along that to the point where Temple was superintending the earth-diggers. "Quit this quick!" he cried, "and hurry the whole force to the crib. I see a way out. Order all the jack-screws brought, d.i.c.k, and come yourself in a hurry!" The two great tree trunks were quickly cleared of their remaining branches by the axmen. Then Temple placed the jack-screws under them, and set to work to raise them into the desired position, so that they should lie parallel with each other, at the track level, with a s.p.a.ce of about four and a half feet between their centers. As the jack-screws slowly brought them into position, Will Hallam and Duncan, one at either end of the logs--directed men in the work of placing log supports under them. At half past eleven Temple announced that the great tree trunks were in place. Instantly twenty axmen were set at work hewing a flat place for rails along the top of each log, while other men, as fast as the hewing advanced, laid and spiked down the iron rails. At five minutes before noon, a gang of men, with shouts of enthusiastic triumph, seized upon the dumping car, which stood waiting, and pushed it across the line! As this last act in the drama began, Guilford Duncan seized Barbara by the elbows, kissed her in the presence of all, lifted her off her feet, and placed her in the moving car. "You have saved the railroad!" he said with emotion in his voice, "and you shall be its first pa.s.senger." * * * * * It was ten days later when Barbara reached home again, after a wearisome journey through the flooded district, under the escort of Duncan and Captain Will Hallam, and with the a.s.sistance of Temple, at the head of a gang of his ready-witted miners. 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