The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1899-10-11

at that. Steal it. take it. get 1t, man
aliyer
And as he stood waiting he looked
back between the steel rails running
cast past Ncmagoscnda. Metagamn and
Nipissing till they struck the Ottawa
river and went through under the
crowned city Of Ottawa to Montreal.
And westward, westward lay the
mighty mountains. and beyond them
was the sea.
Let us get our bit done. my men,"
said the doctor Of the swamp "Oh,
just mean getting it donew
The storckeepcr came hurriedly, try
Ing not to run for the sake Of his dig
nifty and hardly daring to walk while
the half tanned bear. Archer. danced on
the hot plate Of his desire.
SO Archer snatched long clearing
rod from the hands Of his man and.
with 1t over his shoulder, started back
for his sick spot in the railroad, like IL
thick set little surgeon handling n pro.
bang and hungcrlng for enlightenment,
for he was more like surgeon than a
doctor, aud no dilettante or mere fun
bier ut that.
"I'll drain you." he said savagely.
"I'll give you beans. I'll rake up your
vitals. my precious swallowcr of To-
comotives. I'll make you n mud spot
and scrape you dry with n shovel"
His eyes frightened, and he walked
with a swing. Three deep lines be-
twiX his eyes were low two, and If his
diagnosis OF this swamp disease were
but accurate lie would smooth out
these to single crease.
He got back to his drain, the slow
and dismal creek. and saw Charley
Wade In the distance coming up from
the lake In rotten she'll called boat.
"Step light or you'll step through.
Sir" said Charley. "Shc's q basket
and as crazy rs n state asylum"
"Was it easy rowing up. Wadc:" ask-
ed the little bear. handling his rod like
harpoon.
Easier up here than below" said
Wade. ald the bear gruntcd joyfully.
"And still she tells you nothing?"
Wade looked up chopfallcn.
Not word, SIR
"You came through q place where It
was bit wcedy, eh?"
II did," said Wade.
"Let her drift" said Archer, like q
bear when he smells honey.
And he let his iron hang deep in the
water, but found no bottom.
IN on mud" said the boss. and lie
stood up
"Let her drift" he said sharply, and
he jabbcd into thick ooze.
"Not yet" lie growled. 60 lower"
l10 irh ut krI,o
and the rod went deeper.
ugh" said the boss, and there were
three lines between his half closed
eyes.
"Oh, a yard morew he cried to Wade,
and then he rammcd again at the earth
and struck n rib. The diyining rod
rang.
"Oh. I've got itv" said the surgeon,
and the world was a. happy place for
him that moment. 81 touched her
oh. touched her! Ribs O. rockw
Wade opened his eyes and under
stood.
"Hurrah" he cried.
"yOu read her nowY said Archer,
with the open brows of child
"She's A, B, c." laughed Wade, and
the boss and the boy shook hands.
What greater Joy than to circumvent
the ancient, cunning earth! The Maker
of Things and the builder can declare
1t. Let those Of cIty's meaner joys
and those who play their little wills
against brother ants brains laugh If
they will, but they ere nothing IN tie
scales OF Fate when God holds the bal-
nnce and sets against their golden
plumpness some natural lord OF the
open air.
"Say nothing about this, Wade; not
word" cried Archer. Some of you
think I'm nothing but q whip and
spur"
mot l." said Wade. II told 'em."
"Lemme ashore" cried Archer, "and
take your boat bnck.''
he marched to the camp triumphant.
holding his hat in his hand
"Send me quick three rock men, with
drills and dynamite" he cried east
"And this Is private" he added to the
operator ticking the message.
And early next morning he had three
lads Of metal drilling under water into
& rib Of the earth.
''There's nothing in It," said Scott,
bit sulky Mt being dispossessed Of the
initiative by this brlgadler who believ-
ed he saw the enemy's weak spot.
"There'll be dynamite in it," said
Wade to himself. "And grumpy Arch
er's In 1t, and he's n whale Mt things"
And grumpy Archer growled and
swore and tramped and stamped and
walked round and round his swamp
and up ana down it and waited for the
crisis and the proof. Between his eyes
came other lines, and they were criss-
crossed with other wrinkles.
"I'll rake your insldes out" he told
the swamp that regarded him with fat,
black contempt and stood in ooze. iii
rake and scrape you and make dry
peat Of yon and get my locomotive
back"
The lads drilling went Mt it steadily,
and when one hole was made under
the dark water Archer ordered another.