The Washington times., 1903-10-18

piece" and the construction force is at
the scene Of the trouble.
Waiter Leonard and Chef r. NJ. John
son emerge from the kitchen with a
lot Of graniteware which shines as does
everything about the car. With a def
erential wave OF the hand Leonard asks
our wishes in the matter of "broiled
steak, French fried potatoes. chicken
fried or fricasseed"
With mental shock. order the
whole outfit. and wonder what the Ar
list and the foreman find TO laugh at.
There was something doing with tin
cup and a flask pending the return Of
Leonard, and hunger made last des-
perate assault upon my interior depart
ment in a vain effort to starve me be-
fore the walters return.
Breakfast in Camp.
He came back Regular fare, sir"
he said, 'but we gives it all kinds OF
names; it tastes better that way" and
he placed before me fried bacon, boiled
white potatoes, fried eggs. and baked
sweet potatoes. with apple sauce on one
side and black coffee on the other. Now
know why the foreman and the Artist
had laughed-but I have never eaten a
more wholesome meal nor one better
cooked. And when compIImented the
chef to the waiter, the former proceeded
to bring me out something more and in
vited me into the kitchen 1t was
marvel of neatness. One might have
eaten sitting on the floor and naught
would offend him
Boss" says Right Mister johnson
CHS name). II works for j. NJ Oliver,
I does; en- he Jess hatchery won't have
nothin' aroun' his camps 'ceptin' what
he kin invite his frens TO. An dem Mig
gers in de tents fares jess as we'll, al
most. aud DER kitchens is boun' to be
KEEP clean or der's new cook GOT"
On the way 20 the wreck we are in
formed that the biggest blast OF the
work is about to be set of. but will be
held while II we wish TO view It. We
eagerly accept, and, Aleck heaving into
sight. we get the camera and proceed to
erect the tripod about two hundred yards
away from where the red flag waves its
cautioning signal
What are you doing there?" inquiries
a foreman who rushes up hurFiedIy.
Going TO take snap OF the explo-
sion." replies the Artist
why. man." says the foreman. half
a minute after we FIRE that blast thereTl
be a million rocks as big as your fist
flying through the air here
And he conducts US to a point Of safety
one thousand yards of. The tripod
erected. we gaze at the flag. A man
waves 1t once TO the right. once to the
left. sticks 1T into the ground. and starts
on dog trot across the cut. Two min
utes elapse.
Get your camera fixed" says the
with US. "and when you hear
the report, not before, take your shot
at it,"
Explosion Of Dynamite.
Another minute and the earth beneath
our feet shjyers slightly. cloud of dust
hides the red flag. flash, a rumble.
roar. and huge mass Is up in the air.
apparently hanging in space; before the
smoke which soon poured from the
ground obscured our sight. the mass
seemed TO take form, and one huge rock !
could be distinguished in the debris (
which afterward proved to weigh be-
tween fifteen and eighteen tons. 1t had
been blown forty feet in the air
The earth still shook and heaved like |
the deck OF q ship at sea. and the pun
gent odor OF exploded dynamite spread /
ing out from the storm center reached |