Iron County record. [volume] (Cedar City, Utah) 1893-1982, 1906-04-27

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EE5NMtxN you can't run that yart
9ESfIJ with n Sunday schoo
superintendent. III,
won't make you any trouble unless h,
gets to drinking. If that happens, dom
have any words with him" Bucks un
derscored three times. Simply craw
into cyclone cellar and wire me
Sending you eighteen loads of steel to
night and six cars of ties. Blair re
ports section 10 ready for track layers
and Mear's outfit moving into the Pal
isade canyon. Push the stun to the
front"
1t was getting dark, and Callahan sat
In that part of the Benkleton depot he
called the office, pulling at a muddy
root that went unaccountably hot In
sudden flashes. He took the pipe from
his mouth, leaving his foot on the I'd
bic, and looked at the bowl resentfully.
wondering again If there could be pow
der In that Internal tobacco of Rube-
dos. The mouthpiece he eyed as q
desperate man might ponder final
shift.
The pipe had originally come from
Gods country, with a beautiful am
Der mouthpiece and a beautiful bowl,
but 1t was present from his sister
and had been bought at dry goods
store. Once when thinkng-or, IL you
please, when not thinking-Callahan
had held lighted match to the beau
tiful amber mouthpiece instead of to
the tobacco, and in the fire that ensued
they had hard work to save the depot.
Callahan never wrote his sister about
1t. lie thought only about buying
pipes at dry goods stores and about
being, when they exploded, a thousand
miles from the man who sold them.
There was plenty in that to think
about. What he now brought his teeth
reluctantly together on was part Of
I'll bier tube OF dismantled ato-
ahlzef. IN happier f,osfschrsstmas days
a toilet fixture. But Callahan had
abandoned the use of bay rum after
shaving. His razor had gone to the
scrap, and ON Sunday morning he mere
ly ran a pair of scissors over the high
Johnston Callahan was railroading-
and on the front
After losing the mouthplece he would
have been completely In the air but for
little Chris Oxen. Chris was Galatians
section gang. His name was once
Ochsner, but that wasn't In Benkleton.
Callahan was hurried when he made up
the payroll and put 1t Oxen as being
better United States. / say United
States because Callahan said United
States In preference to English.
Chris had been In America only three
years, but he had been in Russia 300
and in that time had learned many
ways of getting something out of moth
ing. When the red haired dispatcher,
after the explosion, cast away with bit
terness the remains of the pipe, Chris
picked it up and by judicious action
on the atomiZer figured out q new
mouthpiece no worse than the original,
for, while the second, like the first, was
of rubber, II was not Of the explosive
variety.
Chris presented the remodeled root
TO Callahan as surprise. Callahan, in
a burst Of gratitude, promoted him on
the spot. lie made little Chris fore
man. 1t didn't bring any advance in
pay, but there was the honor. To be
foreman was an honor, and, as little
r Chris was the only man on the yard
tfoce, he became by promotion foreman
Or himself
SO Callahan sat thinking of the In
egenuity Of Chris, rejecting on the sting
Ipf construction tobacco and studying
bver Bucks letter.
The yard was his worry-not that II
vas much Of a yard; just dozen runs
T the lead to take the construction ma
lrlal for Callahan to distribute fast as
te grade was pushed westward. The
tauble at the Benkleton yard came
firm without, not from within.
ne road was being pushed into tn,
cttle country, and 1t was all easy til
thy struck Benlileton. Benkleton wa,
jut hard knot on the Yellow Grass
tral squally, sandy cattle town
Tire were some bad men In Benkle
ton They didn't bother often. Blu
theh were some men In Benkleton wh'
thoght they were bad, and these wer'
sorce OF constant bedevilment to tn,
rallbad men.
Southwest of the yard, where the riv
er br,aks sheer into the bottoms, Their
hiyed and still hives colony OF rail
road laborers, Russians They have
squated there, burrowed into the face
OF the bench like sand swallows anC
scraped caves out for themselves, anC
the name OF the place is Little Russia
This was in the troublous days wheI
the cowboys, homesick for evil. woul'
ride around Little Russia with rop