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Updated: July 12, 2025
This was his field. He could help Deegan. He could be really useful. Time passed. The weather grew colder, and while the work was interesting at first, like all other things it began after a time to grow monotonous.
His face value was certainly not much, and some of his habits could have been improved, but a more faithful and honest soul than William Deegan never lived. "Ah, the bonny cow!" We had acquired Mis' Cow a few weeks before William's arrival. She was owned by a man who was moving away moving because he had not made a success of chicken-farming by book, and still less of Mis' Cow.
Eugene could see that some infraction of the railroad's rules had occurred and that Deegan had been "called down," or "jacked up" about it, as the railroad men expressed it. He was in a high state of dudgeon as defiant and pugnacious as his royal Irish temper would allow. "I'll fix it," said Eugene. "That's all right. Leave it to me." Deegan showed some signs of approaching relief.
Eugene used to look at the wounded ground, the piles of yellow mud, the dirty Italians, clean enough in their spirit, but soiled and gnarled by their labor, and wonder how much longer he could stand it. To think that he, of all men, should be here working with Deegan and the guineas! He became lonesome at times terribly, and sad.
Big John had told him during the morning that Deegan went up and down the road from Peekskill on the main line, Chatham on the Midland Division, and Mt. Kisco on a third branch to New York City.
A lecture-room was fitted up and furnished, and two companies were struck off duty in order to take the course. We had a very funny, good-natured Irishman in my company. His name was John Deegan. The company was attending a lecture. Mr.
He understood from inquiry of the Superintendent of Buildings that Deegan was in need of a capable assistant, anyhow, and that Eugene could well serve in that capacity. The foreman was always in trouble about his reports. An order was issued to Deegan commanding him to receive Eugene, and another to Eugene from the office of the Superintendent of Buildings ordering him to report to Deegan.
Shewer that's no work fer a white man to do." "And what do you call them, Deegan? Aren't they white?" "Shewer they're naat." "What are they, then? They're not black." "Nagurs, of coorse." "But they're not negroes." "Will, begad, they're naat white. Any man kin tell that be lookin' at thim." Eugene smiled. He understood at once the solid Irish temperament which could draw this hearty conclusion.
The brazen trumpets of the sky even at high noon could not phase W. Deegan. Often in July I have sat in the maple shade, with pride watching him carry out my directions concerning weeds and potato-bugs. I admired and honored William. I have the greatest respect for honorable toil, but even more for callithump. Sometimes in the early morning I went trout-fishing.
So he drifted. In the meanwhile Eugene had taken up his work with Deegan and was going through a very curious experience. At the time Deegan had stated that he would take him he had written to Haverford, making a polite request for transfer, and was immediately informed that his wishes would be granted. Haverford remembered Eugene kindly. He hoped he was improving.
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