The Parker post., 1912-07-13
neer looked at his watch and exclaim

neer looked at his watch and exclaim
ed:
''Holy Saint Patrick! Slivers, ms
boy, we've been Siven minutes fill-
ing this break. Now if you want to
abide by the rules and register a "trip
livery twelve minutes you'll have N
time to roll a pill And as the
kid shot down the track ON his motor
cycle and the engineer headed his
train towards the mesa, l, by force
of habit, swung under the rods.
cat the foot of the mesa was a
switch, from which | could see long
! sidetracks running through deep cuts
TAR back into the hills, while over
head great bins and chutes we're
built and filled with dirt and rock
From these chuteS the engineer fill
ed his thirty -one empties i'm sixteen
minutes. Then he went to a phone,
and l overheard the following one
sided conversation: Hello Central!
Mime four nine! Yes, the assistant
manager. Why, sure, young Hopkins
is the assistant. Gone where? With
theater party to Neighbours? No
no, don't call UP the Metropolitan
Slivers and | can handle it until you
couldn't see Yuma through a glass
bottom boat But listen, Central
Come alive now and write down this
message for him: Broke again; fix
ed again; back again; loaded again
|-Carrigan.'
And then l knew that the bald
headed fat man was an old timer and
THAT his pistol pocket contained the
markings.
We walked along the track under
the dirt-filled chutes, then over to
another track where pile-driver was
ready for instant use together with
twenty flat cars loaded with piles;
then along the levee where he show
ed me the veneer of gravel which
had driven the muskrats from their
happy homes. The willow twigs
which Berg had stuck in the levee
bank foot apart i'm 1912 had now
grown to a mighty resistant impene
trable hedge.
''The fresnos? To h. with em."
remarked Carrigan. ''No more mules
and Johnson-bar experts ON these
works. See that hillside? Slivers
| xx,if1, lob, Of Crio, 1Ot
down more dirt into the bins than
forty teams can pillow, and l-Carri-
gan-yes, again and again, have put
it along that levee faster than fifty
teams could haul it. The eXpince?
A mere trifle! It's the gravity, me
boy, the gravity"
I Tagged the Pee Wee Wee Limited
at $50 a. M and ate breakfast at
the Harvey House i'm Blythe, and
there the hum of industry and the
noise that arose from the rush of
traffic awakened me.
Neighbour more than one-half of
the Valleys citizens are now ON the
coast. Every day groups of them
assemble and discuss the formation
of am irrigation district. They are
eager ito get busy and determined that
nothing shall deWiate them from their
goal Every day they send urgent
messages requesting us to join the
ranks. They expect to hold a meet
ing i'm Los Angeles that will be a
hummer meeting where mime
tenths of the people of the valley
will be heard directly or by proxy.
Not many of us can leave the farm
but We cam perhaps send three or
more representatives to voice our sen
| timentS.
ON July 16 let us all assemble i'm
Blythe and take the initial steps i'm
the organization of a water system
that will make the Palo Verde valley
garden spot unexcelled i'm way of
productiveness by any spot ON III
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