Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-11-30
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And so did, unblushins ~ assented the
Colonel, taking back tracks with agility.
"The very minute he told me what he was
doing let him alone"
Then said Burmah, I'D better go over
to his tent and see how he's comm on.
And he hurried away, leaving the Colonel
feeling as lonesome and helpless for the mo-
ment as it was possible to be.
A t the tent Burmah stopped, took off his
coat, shouted, Come out here, Hub
bard!r and unrolled his bundle. 1t proved
to be big cloth banner, and fifteen minutes
later it was stretched on poles beside the
tent, where anyone could read in red, EN-
gineer's headquarters.
Bur1nah spared just one minute to look
at the partly completed sketches told Hub
bard not to be SO careful and to hustle them
to finish, and waddled off up the hillside.
Already, under the shade of a clump of fine
old trees, the clambakers were at work. A
huge vat had been planted on stones, into
it had gone heavy layer of CLAIMS, and now,
on top of it, the chef, in white apron and
cap, was placing the white muslin sacks con-
tanning chickens and sweet potatoes, lob
sters and sweet corn, while a man fed the
fire beneath. Out at a little distance other
making benches. Another man was sorting
cutlery and plates, and still another was
heaping great loaves of bread on a table,
preparatory to slicing them.
The sounds of hammer called Burmah
and he hurried to another part of the knoll,
where men were making a platform. Two
boys with bundles of flags under their arms
were going over the surveyed ground, plant
ing red flag beside each stake, and in the
center of each lot placard bearing a num-
Der. Burmah sent one of them hurriedly
down the hill to get plat from Hubbard
and when the boy returned mounted the
half constructed platform and tackled up a
huge, crude drawing showing "Main Street.
1t was SO large that it could be seen from
many yards away. He climbed down from
the platform and ordered that each member
of the little band should be given bottle
of claret, and thereby gained the musicians
approval. He stopped long enough to cut
a staff for decrepit old man who was wan
dering aimlessly around, and thereby won
that mans regard. He laughed, joked, told
stories, or discussed the weather with differ
ent men he met. He was ubiquitous, he was
entertaining He radiated good will, and
made friend of every man he met. He
would have attempted back and fore somer
saults if he had thought that they would put
anyone in good humor. Sweat streamed
from his face, and his coat was on his arm,
his collar wilted, handkerchief thrust into
his neckband, and his patent leather shoes
were white with mountain dust.
And it was Burmah Jones, indefatig-
able, who got the chefs signal that the meal
was prepared, and then ordered the cornetist
of the band to blow Assembly" as a bugle
call until all the excursionistS were seated.
He took no time to eat of that savory mess;
but hustled around to see that the food was
served and that no mans glass should be
left empty for an instant. Claret, the heavi-
est he had been able to buy, was to flow like
water. "Warm em up.' was his motto.
To be continued NEXT Sunday
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