“Why, Allan,” she said, “what’re ye doin’ up so early?”
“I’ve got to go to Cincinnati on Number One,” he answered. “I’ll be back on Two to-night.”
“Why didn’t ye tell me last night?” she demanded. “I’d ’a’ had your breakfast ready.”
“I know you would,” Allan answered, looking at the patient, kindly2 face. “That’s the reason I didn’t say anything. I’ll get breakfast on the diner. Good-bye,” and snatching up hat and overcoat, he was off.
He reached the station just as the train was pulling in and found Mr. Schofield awaiting him. Together they clambered into the Pullman and took their seats in the smoking compartment3.
It was still quite dark, but a faint band of gray over the hills to the east told that the dawn was not far distant. The train rolled out of the yards, through the deserted4 streets, along the embankment by the dark river, past the twin bridges spanning canal and highway at the city limits, up the long grade that led to the slate5 cut, through the cut, over the bridge spanning the deep ravine beyond, and so on toward Cincinnati. For some time, neither Allan nor Mr. Schofield spoke6, but sat silently staring out of the window, for every foot of the way had some association for them. It was that embankment which they had laboured so hard to save in time of flood, when the mighty7 current of the river was slowly seeping8 over it; it was in that cut that Allan had encountered Reddy Magraw, half crazed, one wild night; it was from the bridge beyond that a gang of wreckers had attempted to hurl9 the pay-car. How familiar it all was—how near, and yet how far-away, those days seemed!
Then, as the dawn lightened, a tousle-headed man came in, coat, collar and shoes in hand, and made a hasty toilet.
“Couldn’t sleep a wink10 last night,” he said, when he had got his hands and face washed, his collar on and his tie tied. “This road certainly has got ’em all beat for curves.”
“It does wind a little as it comes through the mountains,” agreed Mr. Schofield, smiling.
“Wind!” exclaimed the stranger. “It corkscrews!”
“You see, it has to follow the streams,” explained the superintendent11.
“Well, the streams must ’a’ been drunk when they struck out their path, then. Well, well,” he added, glancing through the window at the frost-whitened fields, “that’s the first time I’ve seen any frost for two years.”
“Where’ve you been?” inquired Mr. Schofield.
“Do you?” and Mr. Schofield looked at him with interest. “How are things getting along down there?”
“Oh, by the way,” Mr. Schofield added, “there used to be a brakeman on this road named Guy Kirk, who went to Panama about a year and a half ago. Did you ever hear of him?”
“Hear of him? I guess I did. He’s a conductor, now, freight, and everybody thinks a whole lot of him. And he gets around mighty lively considerin’ what he went through.”
“Went through? How do you mean?”
“Well, sir,” said the stranger, getting out a darkly-coloured brier and filling it from a red-leather pouch14, “it was this way. There’s a mighty mean grade going down into Ancon—mighty mean. It’s steep and it’s got a sharp curve at the bottom. It’s pretty ticklish15 getting down sometimes, especially when the rails are slippery and the road-bed squashy after one of them heavy tropical rains. One night a heavy freight, on which Kirk was front brakeman, started down that grade. The engineer threw on his air, but there wasn’t any, and the first thing he knowed they were scootin’ down that grade at forty miles an hour. The engineer whistled five or six times to warn the crew in the caboose and then he and his fireman jumped.”
“And what did Kirk do?” asked Mr. Schofield, deeply interested.
“Well, sir,” answered the narrator, slowly exhaling16 a long puff17, “Kirk didn’t jump. Instead o’ that, he hustled18 out on that train an’ began to set the hand-brakes. The first eight or ten cars were full of nut coal. Kirk only got about two brakes set, when the train hit the curve. The rails spread, o’ course; Kirk hit the ground first an’ the ten cars o’ nut coal piled up on top of him. Nobody ever expected to see him alive again, but when they dug the coal off, blamed if there he didn’t set in a kind o’ little hut the cars had made over him as they fell. Only both his legs was caught below the knee an’ broke so bad that they never did get quite straight again. But it wasn’t long after that he got his promotion19.”
Other occupants of the sleeper20 had come in while the story was in progress, and a few minutes later came the first call to breakfast. Allan, at least, was ready for it, and he and Mr. Schofield lost no time in seeking the diner.
Perhaps no other one improvement in railway service has added as much to the comfort and convenience of the travelling public as has this, which enables the passengers on any first-class train to eat their meals at leisure, when they want them, and to procure21 well-cooked and appetizing food, temptingly served amid pleasant surroundings. It is not so many years since the passenger was dependent for his food either on such supplies as he had brought with him, or upon hasty lunches in dirty depot22 dining-rooms, where the cold and unpleasant food was bolted in fear and trembling lest the train puffing23 outside pull away. Not that the proprietors24 of the dining-rooms themselves were wholly to blame for this condition, for they never knew how many customers they were going to have, trains were often late, fifteen or twenty minutes was the utmost time allowed for a meal by the management of any road, and not more than half of that was available for actual eating, while to keep free from soot25 and smoke and cinders26 a dining-room in a depot building was a task beyond human ingenuity27.
After the meal, Mr. Schofield led the way to the rear of the diner, where, from the platform, they could watch the track spinning backwards28 from under them.
“Notice the absence of dust,” he said, and, indeed, as the train swept onward29, there was practically no dust behind it. “We’ve accomplished30 that by washing the gravel31 before we use it as ballast, instead of dumping it in just as it comes from the gravel-pit, as we used to do. It only costs about half a cent a yard to wash it, and it makes it as clean as crushed stone.”
“It certainly makes it a lot cleaner back here,” remarked the man in charge of the dining-car. “We can keep the back door open now. The only time we have to shut it,” he added, suiting the action to the word, “is when we pass the stock-yards. Nobody can enjoy a meal with that scent32 blowing in upon them.”
The stock-yards consisted of long rows of flimsy frame buildings, lining33 either side of the tracks for perhaps half a mile just outside of Cincinnati. Here the thousands and thousands of steers34, hogs35, and sheep shipped in from the west were loaded and unloaded. Narrow runways led from the pens up to the level of the freight-car doors, and up and down these, incoming or outgoing stock was constantly ascending36 or descending37, urged by prods38 in the hands of the stock-yard men. It was not a pleasant sight, and our two friends contemplated39 it silently as the train sped past.
“Man has a good deal to answer for in this world,” remarked Mr. Schofield, “and I sometimes think he’ll be called to account pretty severely40 for the suffering of those poor steers. They are bred out on the prairies, you know, are left absolutely shelterless in winter and freeze or starve to death by thousands. Those that manage to survive, are crowded into the stock-cars and shipped east. There’s a law requiring that they be fed and watered every so often, and that they be taken out of the cars after so long a time. But there’s nobody to enforce the law, and it’s pretty generally disregarded. It’s always been a wonder to me that the stock reaches the eastern markets at all.”
“What can be done about it?” asked Allan, soberly.
“The railroads can’t do anything. But the government could compel all stockmen to furnish adequate shelter and food for their stock in winter, and the torture of this long-distance shipping41 could be avoided if the big slaughter-houses were out in the stock-raising district, so that only the meat need be shipped. Do you remember,” he added, after a moment, “in Bellamy’s ‘Looking Backward,’ how incomprehensible and repulsive42 the thought of flesh-eating had become? Well, I believe Bellamy was right. Already there is a rapidly growing feeling against meat-eating, and the day is not so very far distant when it will be practically abolished. And a good thing, too.”
The train had run under the great train-shed, as they were talking, and five minutes later, Mr. Schofield and Allan were shown into the office of General Manager Round. It was a plainly-furnished, business-like room, typical of the man who occupied it—a man who had risen from the ranks and who had endeared himself to every man under him by justice, kindness and square-dealing.
“How are you, boys?” he said, shaking hands with both of them heartily43. “Glad to see you. Sit down. Now, Ed, what’s this I hear about a strike?”
“Well,” said Mr. Schofield, “it looks a good deal like we were going to have one.”
“Let’s have the story,” said Mr. Round, settling back in his chair, and he listened with half-closed eyes while Mr. Schofield told the story of the trouble with Bassett and the interview with Nixon.
“And you really think there’ll be a strike?” he asked, when Mr. Schofield had finished.
“Of course Nixon may have been bluffing,” answered the latter slowly, “but I don’t believe it. I think there’ll be a strike, unless—”
“Unless what?” asked Mr. Round, as the superintendent paused.
“Well, we can reinstate Bassett.”
“No, we can’t,” said Mr. Round. “We can’t reinstate Bassett and preserve any discipline on this division. So count that out.”
“I agree with you, of course,” said Mr. Schofield. “There’s a second course open.”
“What is it?”
“I know he is.”
“And what’s his price?”
“I don’t know that exactly. But I should say about a thousand dollars. Of course, a general strike would cost us a great deal more than that.”
Mr. Round nodded. Then he happened to glance at Allan West’s burning face.
“What do you think about it, Allan?” he asked.
“I wouldn’t bribe a man if it kept the road from being tied up for a year,” answered Allan, impetuously. “Besides, you’re not really helping46 matters—the thing will have to be fought out sooner or later. Let’s fight it out now. We’ll get out trains through in spite of them. We’ll have the law back of us.”
“The law isn’t much of a protection,” remarked Mr. Round. “It doesn’t so much prevent crime, as punish it. And it isn’t much of a compensation to a railroad, after it has had two or three hundred thousand dollars’ worth of property destroyed, to have the fellows who did it sent to jail. Besides, what’s the use of being so horror-stricken at the idea of bribery47? We’re always giving or taking bribes48. When you tipped the waiter in the diner this morning, you bribed49 him to give you better service than he gave the other people he was serving.”
“I didn’t tip him,” said Allan, smiling, “and that was just the reason. I agree with you that tipping is petty bribery, and diminishes the self-respect of both the giver and receiver.”
“You’ve hit it,” approved Mr. Round. “To give a bribe diminishes one’s self-respect. But has a corporation like a railroad any self-respect?”
“It ought to have.”
“Most people seem to think it hasn’t even common honesty, because it has had to fight with such weapons as came to hand. Good Lord! does anybody suppose the railroads wanted to give passes and contribute to campaign funds, and maintain a lobby, and pay bribes? But they couldn’t get what they wanted any other way!”
Allan smiled.
“Sometimes they wanted things they hadn’t any business with,” he said, “and they’re suffering for it now. But I guess they’ll pull through. The public will see after a while that they’re not so black as they’re painted. And right here’s a chance to keep this one clean.”
Again Mr. Round nodded. Then he wheeled his chair around and for some moments sat staring thoughtfully out of the window. Then he wheeled sharply back.
“Schofield,” he said, “you tell Nixon to go ahead and call a strike, if he wants to.”
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