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Daily, at nine o'clock in the morning, the General of the Trenches and the Chief Engineer made separate reports to headquarters of everything that had happened during the previous day. Each of these officers made five reports, yet of the ten but two are to be found printed among the Official Records. These are the engineer's reports of work done on the 5th and 6th of July.
He was instantly impressed by the engineer's highly commonplace face; he had had considerable experience with human contrariness, and felt sure that Smith must be an absolute wonder, since he looked so very ordinary. Kinney's diagnosis proved correct. Smith knew his business; the machinery was finished in a hurry and done right.
"My dear sir, let us talk it over," said the Senator, bringing forth a pair of spectacles and setting the bow upon his nose. The engineer's visage failed to relax at this pacific proposal. "I gave them their chance and they declined; they'll have no other," he stated. "Those men have browbeaten the company long enough.
It was a large room over the library, and looked out upon the black river and the row of white lights along the Cambridge Embankment. The room was not at all what one might expect of an engineer's study. Wilson felt at once the harmony of beautiful things that have lived long together without obtrusions of ugliness or change.
"Take your hand away from the butt of your pistol," came Tom's next command. Something in the look of the young engineer's eyes compelled the angry cook to obey. "Now, unbuckle your belt and hand it to me, revolver and all." "I'll " Leon flared up, but Tom interrupted him. "Exactly, my friend. You'll be very wise if you do, and very sorry if you don't!" White with rage Leon unbuckled his belt.
Here were built a row of barracks for the workmen, and several apartments connected with the engineer's office, mould-makers' department, stores, workshops for smiths and joiners, stables, &c., extending 150 feet along the north side of the yard. All of these were fully occupied, there being upwards of forty men employed permanently.
His name was John Meier, a Swiss by birth, evidently from the peasant class, but who had nevertheless been a pupil of Professor Rudolph Wolf at Zurich. Emigrating to this country, he was, during the civil war, an engineer's mate or something of that grade in the navy. He was the most perfect example of a mathematical machine that I ever had at command.
"Don't mention that," cried the engineer; "I'm in no need of an appetiser." If you have read "Frontier Boys in The Sierras," you will recall the chief engineer's account of his experience while traveling from St. Petersburg to the frontier, when he appropriated the Grand Duke's hamper while his Highness was wrapped in the deep stupor of sleep.
The engineer cut a long branch, stripped it of its leaves, and plunging it into the angle between the two banks, he found that there was a large hole one foot only beneath the surface of the water. This hole was the opening so long looked for in vain, and the force of the current was such that the branch was torn from the engineer's hands and disappeared.
And now it's " The engineer's fist arose suddenly above the other's head. "Why, I ought to drop you dead in your tracks for so much as looking at Janet Hosmer! Why don't you fight? Why don't you give me a chance, you cowardly girl-robber? Haven't you a spark of well, you haven't, I see. I'll just tie you up and later figure out some way to make you suffer for this night's work."
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