The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1899-09-25

merly; otherwise we would have been
considered wealthy.
During the winter an expert manipu-
lator had unloaded- a carload of stock
on the European market, and returned
with several barrels Of money, so, as
soon as the snow was off the ground,
operations on the road were resumed
on a much grander scale than before,
but as Greytown was the objective
point, Melton took but little interest IN
the proceedings.
Dave returned and ran the gravel
train, but was not allowed fireman,
and as the workmen were too far away
TO be watered from one place, Tommy
and 1 were out of jobs. AS Dave still
boarded at Mrs. Stanwood's, and | was
q frequent visitor there, knew pretty
well how the work was getting along.
A big gang of rockmen were put on,
to drive the tunnel through in hurry,
as il was desired to have the road
open to Greytown before another snow
fall.
Judge Davis had recovered from his
illness and was about town again.
With the return Of his bodily health he
regained much Of his old-time combat
iveness. He no longer submitted tamely
to the taunts of his townsmen, but as
sumed a defiant air, which confirmed
many in the belief that he had sold
out" to Grevtown.
Along in July we began to hear ru-
mors of trouble in the Grevtown tun
mel Tommy and I had our curiosity
aroused to the highest pitch, and deter
mined, if possible, to find out what was
going on. This was no easy matter, as
the work was carried on night and day.
The workInen were boarded in shanties
on the ground. and the property
patrolled by watchmen to keep outsid-
ers from communicating with them or
trespassing on the company's property.
We kept our own council. We were
as secretive as they. One dark, rainy
night. we determined to try and gain
an entrance to the forbidden tunnel.
We lodged about the outskirts for
hours, locating the watchmen and not
ing their habits. One big, fat old fellow
waddle5 over his post with a delibera-
ton highly encouraging to u.s. We let
him get away from the end of his beat
and then sneaked through the lines
without any trouble at all. Once inside
we We're comparatively safe; all that
was necessar- was not to expose our
selves to Identification as strangers.
We found that an immense quantity
of fine sand and small round stones
were being hauled out Watching an
opportunity we concealed ourselves in
an empty car and were taken right
into the tunnel. 1t was brilliantly IL
Illuminated with naphtha torches, and
as the train rumbled into it and we
watched the chickering's of the light on
the rock overhead. it reminded us of
cur cave. The train stopped with our
car directly opposite the door of the
little office occupied by the civil engi-
neer in charge and his assistant Care
fully we raised our noses above the
edge Of the car and looked in.
Three men who, in spite of their over
alls. were evidently not laborers, sat
on benches. smoking cigars and talking. |
Bin, - said one, what do you sup
pose is old Jason's idea Of sticking to |
this job2 He can haul quicksand ont !
O. here till he's 80, yes, or 100 years old, |
and he'll never get through. It's my |
opinion that this whole ridge is merely |
a shell of rock, holding an unlimited |
supply of the stuff, and you can tap it J
wherever you like and find it l don't |
believe it can ever be rtunneled any
where
What do you suppose Jason cares
about that?" responded Bill. He's do