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The hoarse cries rang out on the crisp night wind, and at the close one of those queer, splitting, wide-reaching, booming crackles, heard in the winter on big waters, spread across the lake from shore to shore. "Even the old lake's with us!" a woodsman shouted. Connick and his men had finished what they had come to Sunkhaze to do. They climbed aboard the huge ice-craft.
"You infernal bundle of hair and rags, do you dare to stand there and tell me how to run my own affairs?" roared Ward, thoroughly incensed. "Keep your bus'ness your own bus'ness for all I care," Connick answered angrily. "But when it gits to be bus'ness that can't be backed up man-fashion then ye may find that day's wages don't buy the whole earth for ye."
Under all the big man's apparent fierceness there had been a flash of rough jocoseness in his tones at times. Parker saw plainly that he and his followers viewed the whole thing as a "lark," and entertained little respect for their adversaries. "Connick, I warn you " Parker began; but the giant chuckled, and said, tauntingly: "'Cluck, cluck! said the bear.
Connick," said Parker, dryly, "I thank you for the evening's entertainment, and now that you have done your duty to Colonel Ward I suppose I may return to Sunkhaze." His heart sank as he thought of the poor Swogon weltering in the depths of the lake. "Oh, ye've got to come along with us!" beamed Connick. "Colonel Ward has sent for ye!"
About seven hundred thousand dollars was paid for leases and about three hundred thousand dollars for property bought outright. The Director of Works While President Moore was looking for the man he wanted to appoint as head of the board of construction, Harris D. H. Connick called to suggest and to recommend another man. Later the president offered Connick the position as director of works.
I'll not see any more of him." "Oh, but ye will, tho!" Connick was grinning, but under his amiability his tones were decisive. "I don't know what he wants to talk with you about, but I reckon it's railroad. We here can't do that with ye. So ye'll have to come along. But we all think you're a smart little man. Ain't that so, hearties?" The men growled gruff assent.
Connick had risen to a sitting posture, and viewed the struggle with mutterings of wrath while he rubbed his bumped head. He scrambled up as if to interfere, but as his antagonist had by this time been disposed of, he roared a few sharp orders, and his willing crew set at work. Men with axes chopped holes a few feet apart in a circle about the engine.
And not until the last man had responded did the woodsmen release their hold on the trees. "Who ever heard of a railroad being formally opened and dedicated without speeches?" cried Connick, as he gave the word to let go. "We know the style, an' we want everything."
Greek drinking horns, rhytons, repeated around entrance, on cornice, suggest festivity. Symbol of Music, the lyre, above entrance. Recital Hall, on the second floor of Festival Hall, eastern end, contains fine stained glass windows. Designer and executor, Charles J. Connick, of Boston.
"Ye see, ye're pop'lar with us," Connick went on. "Ye can be as friendly with us as tho we was your brothers, but ye don't want to try any shenanigan trick like dodgin' away. We've been told to take you to Number 7 camp, and to that camp ye're goin'. So understandin' that we'll move. There's a snack waitin' here for us at the carry camp, and then for the uptrail."
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