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Updated: June 24, 2025
G. Resh Lagish used to say, "There are seven heavens, named as follows: 1. Ragiang. 3. Sheklagim. 4. Zebul. 5. Mangon. 6. Makon. 7. Ngarabot." G. Satan and his fellow-fallen angels are in the habit of listening from behind a curtain to the words which God speaks to the angels in heaven . No. I in order .
"You'll feel better when the Boss begins to give you some responsibility. Were you ever up in the Makon country, Manning?" "No," said Jim. "Don't strain yourself talking," commented Tuck, sarcastically. "You are rather given to blathering, I see. Well, the Makon country wants a dam. It wants it bad but the Service doesn't see how to get in there.
The old simple life of the Makon when, heading his faithful rough-necks, Jim ate up the work, with no thought save for the work, was gone. Jim's job on the Cabillo was not that of engineer alone. He had not only to build the dam but to rule an organization of two thousand souls.
"Every cent that the Project cost must be paid back by the farmers. What right had the Service to make mistakes?" In all the cloud of complaints, Jim maintained a persistent silence and placed his canals without fear or favor. One morning in March, it was Jim's fifth year on the Makon, Mr. Freet sent for him.
Say, Manning, if some way they could find the right level in that canyon and drive a tunnel through its solid granite walls, they could send the Makon over into the valley." "Why doesn't the Service send a man to explore the crevice?" asked Jim. "That's what I say!" cried Tuck.
But before the Makon was finished Jim, in the long evening pipes he smoked under the stars with Suma-theek, learned the truth of Iron Skull's statements as to the Indian's wisdom. The evening of the day the Indians arrived, a short, heavy man came to Jim's tent. He was a foreman and a good one. Jim liked his voice, which had a peculiar, tender quality, astonishing in so rough a man.
He was a big man of fifty, with hair and skin one shade of ruddy tan. "Glad to meet you, ma'am. Say, Iron Skull, how'd you come to let the water beat you to it? This adds another big cost to us farmers' bill." Williams grunted. "Wish you folk had been up on the Makon. That's where we had real floods. Ames, we are doing our limit.
The Makon Project was a six years' job. Freet gave Jim a chance at every angle of the work. Jim admired his chief ardently and yet the two never grew confidential. Freet, in fact, had no confidants among the government employees, but he seemed to know a great many of the politicians of the valley and of the state.
"What do they say this time, Iron Skull?" Jim did not offer to lift the paper. "You are inefficient. A friend of Freet's. They don't say you caused high water but they insinuate you suggested it to the weather man. You'd ought to tell the Secretary of the Interior the whole truth about the Makon, Boss Still." "I can't do that, Iron Skull. I'm no squealer." "I know.
"Even a 25 per cent. grade will do when necessary. Hustle it along, Manning. I'll be ready to leave the Green Mountain by the time you are ready for me at the Makon." And Jim hustled. But labor was hard to get. The country was inaccessible and extraordinarily lonely.
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