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"Why don't you go up and work your claim yourself?" asked Wakefield. A humorous twinkle came into the man's eyes. "Wal, now I tell ye!" and his voice dropped to a confidential level. "Railroadin' pays better, so far!" "Do your boys get a living out of the mine?" "Not yet, not yet. But they're skilled miners.
Pop nodded approvingly. "I thought so; yuh got the look, someway. Wal, yore welcome to some duds I bought off 'n Dick Sanders about a month ago. He quit the Rockin'-R to go railroadin' or somethin', an' sold his outfit, saddle an' all. I reckon they'll suit."
Jonesy, with all the fearlessness of a little street gamin brought up in a big city, answered him fearlessly, even saucily at times, much to the man's amusement. "So you want to get a job around here, do you?" said the man, presently, with a grin. "Maybe I can give you one. Know anything about railroadin'?" "Heaps," answered Jonesy.
Three busted ribs and my hospital expenses was all I pulled out of that with; and when I tried to get damages they put my name on the blacklist, which finished my railroadin' career for good. Maybe it was just as well. Likely I'd got mashed fair in the next wreck. That's me. Why say, if it was rainin' soup I'd be caught out with a fork." Yes, he was some consistent gloom hound, Henry Gummidge.
Then he said the I.W.W. would run the whole Northwest this summer wheat-fields, lumberin', fruit-harvestin', railroadin' the whole kaboodle, an' thet any workman who wouldn't join would git his, all right." "Well, Jerry, what do you think about this organization?" queried Kurt, anxiously. "Not much. It ain't a square deal. I ain't got no belief in them.
After dat I drifted up dis way and went to railroadin'." He hadn't exactly the manner of a man-of. warsman. "How long have you been on this road?" asked Grenfall. "'Bout a year, I should t'ink. Been on dis branch only two months, dough." "Are you pretty well acquainted in Edelweiss? "Oh, I run in dere every other day in an' out ag'in. It's a fine place, purtiest you ever saw in your life.
The brakeman, shaking the water from his hat as he passed through the aisle, dropped something about it being a "mighty tough day for railroadin'." Suddenly there was a creaking, a cracking, and then a series of awful jolts. Window glass broke and flew in every direction.
"It was at a little town in Ohio on the Lake Shore and Michigan Southern," a kid would start; and another, "Ever ride the Cannonball on the Wabash?"; and yet another, "Nope, but I've been on the White Mail out of Chicago." "Talk about railroadin' wait till you hit the Pennsylvania, four tracks, no water tanks, take water on the fly, that's goin' some." "The Northern Pacific's a bad road now."
"Hain't interested special," said Scattergood. "I git that much fun out of railroadin'." "It isn't paying interest on your investment." "I calculate it's goin' to. I'm aimin' to see it does." "Set a figure yourself." "Hain't got no figger in mind." "Mr. Baines, I'll be frank with you. I want your railroad." "So I jedged," said Scattergood. "I need it.
Nevertheless, when, three years later John Lane made another afternoon visit to that dingy office in the Parrott and Price establishment, his hands trembed nervously as he sat waiting while the Colonel scrawled his signature to several papers. "Well, John!" the old man remarked finally, shoving the papers towards the waiting stenographer. "How's railroadin' these days?"
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