The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1911-06-15
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his lie HoWinnd felt the
spirit OF romance. OF adven.
ure. OF sympathy for the
picturesque and the unknown surging
through his veins. billion stars
giowed Ike yellow. passionless eyes
In the polar cold OF the skies. Behind
him. white IN It's sinuous twisting
Through the snow smothered wilder
ness. lay the icy Saskatchewan. with
few scattered lights visible where
Prince Albert. the last outpos; of civ
ilization. came down to the river half
q mile away.
But II was into the north that How
land looked. From the top OF the
great ridge which he bad climbed be
gazed steadily into the white gloom
which reached for thousand miles
from where he stood 10 the Arctic sea.
Falntly In The grim silence OF the win
ter night there came 20 his ears the
soft kissing sound OF the aurora bore
alis as II played IN It's age old song
over the dome OF the earth. and as he
watched The cold flashes shooting like
pale arrows through the distant sky
aud listened 10 its whispering music
OF amending loneliness and mystery
there came on him strange feeling
that Il was beckouing 10 him and call
ing 10 him. telling him that up there
very near 10 the end Of the earth lay
all that be had dreamed OF and hoped
far since be bad grown old enough TO
begin the shaping OF destiny OF his
own
He shlYered as the cold nlpped nj
bis blood and lighted a fresh cigar.
half turning 20 shield himself from a
wind that was growing out of the
east. As the match fiared 10 the Gun =
Of his hands for nm instant there came
from the black gloom OF the balsau
and spruce M his feet n walling, hun
gerful cry that brought startlef
breath from his lips. II was a CT
such as Indian dogs make about RI
iepees OF masters who are newly dead
He had never heard such a cry be
fore. and yet he knew that II was
VOLTS. IL impressed him with an awe
which was new TO him. and he stood
as motionless as the trees about hin
until from out the gray night gloon
10 the west there came an answerin
cry and then from far TO the mort
still another.
sounds IA though I'd better go bac
TO town." he said to himself. speaking
aloud. by George. but It's lonelyT
Jack Rowland was Chicago man
For fifteen OF his thirty-one years be
had been hustling. Since he could
easily remember he had possessed I'd
a large measure but one ambition and
one hope With persistence which
had left him peculiarly stranger to
the more frivolous and human sides OF
life he bad worked toward the achieve
ment OF this ambition. and tonight be- In
cause that achievement was very near
at hand he was happy. he had never
been happier. There flashed across his
mental vision . swiftly moving picture
Of the light he had made for success
II had been a ma gnincent fight. With
out vanity he was proud OF IL. for fate {
bad handicapped him at the beginning.
a nd still be had won out. He saw him.
self again the homeless little farmer
boy setting out from his Illinois village
10 take up life In 4 great city. As
though II had all happened but yester-
day be remembered how for days and
weeks be had nearly starved. how he
had sold papers st orut and then by
lucky chance became errsnd boy In
big drafting establishment IL was
here that the ambition was born In
him. lie saw great engineers come
md go-men who wers greater than
Presidents 10 him and who sought out
be ends OF the earth In the following
4 their voca tion. He made a slave OF
himself In the purturing and strength
ming OF his ambition TO become one
Z tbem-to be builder OF railroads
nd bridges. tunpeler Of mountains.
creator OF new things In new lands.
be had kept himself In
figbting ceaselessly the OBJ
tacles In his way. triumphing over his
andicaps as few other men had tri-
mphed rising slowly. steadily resist
.ssly. until now He dung back his
cad and the pulse OF his heart quick
ned as he heard again the words OF
AN Horn. president OF the greatest
engineering company on the continent. =
''Howland we've decided to put you
! charge of the building OF the Hud-
on Bay railroad. It's one OF the Wild nj
st Jobs we've ever had. and Gregson
nd Thorne don't seem TO catch on. 10
'hey're bridge builders and not wilder
ess men. We've got TO lay a single nj
Inc OF steel through 800 miles of the
Widest country in North America. and n
rom this hour your motto is DO 1t or 9,
'ustr You can report at lie Pas as q,
con as you get your traps together"