Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1917-06-01

of the shut-in mountain passage awOke
him and he got up to open the door and
look out.
1t was still no later than a lazy mans
breakfast time, and the May morning
was perfect. Over the top of the east
ern range the sun was looking, level
rayed, into a parked valley bounded
on all sides by high spurs and distant
snow peaks. In it's nearer reaches the
valley was dotted with round hills,
some of them bare, others dark with
mountain pine and fir.
From the outer loopings of the
curves, the young tramp at the car
door had momentary glimpses of the
| Timanyoni, a mountain torrent in its
canon, and the swiftest of upland riv-
ers even here where 1t had the valley
In which to expand. A COpah switch
man had told him that the railroad di-
vision town of Brewster lay at the end
of the nights run, in a river valley be-
yond the eastern Timanyonis, and that
the situation Of the irrigation project
which was advertising for laborers in
the Denver newspapers was few
miles up the river from Brewster.
AS the train swept along on its way
down the grades the valley became
more open and the prospect broadened.
At one of the promontory roundings
the box-car passenger had a glimpse
of a shack-built construction camp on
the rivers margin some distance on
ahead. A concrete dam was rising in
sections out of the river, and dominat-
towers, with a carrying cable stretched
between them, formed the piers of the
aerial spout conveyer for the placing
of the material in the forms.
The train made no stop at the con-
struction siding, but mile farther
along the brakes began to grind and
the speed was slackened. Sliding the
car door another foot or two, the young
tramp with the week-old stubble beard
on his face leaned out to look ahead.
His opportunity was at hand. A block
semaphore was turned against the
freight and the train was slowing in
obedience to the signal. Waiting until
the brakes shrilled again, the tramp
put his shoulder to the sliding door,
sat for a moment in the wider opening,
and then swung off.
His alighting was upon one of the
promontory embankments. To the
westward, where the curving railroad
track was lost in the farther windings
Of the river, lay the little intermoun-
tain city of Brewster, a few of its
higher buildings showing clear-cut in
the distance. Paralleling the railroad,
on a lower level and nearer the river,
dusty wagon road pointed in one di-
rection toward the town, and in the
other toward the construction camp.
The young man who had crossed four
states and the better part Of fifth as
fugitive and vagrant turned his back
upon the distant town as a place to be
avoided. Scrambling down the rail-
road embankment, he made his way to
the wagon road, crossed 1t, and kept
on until he came to the fringe of aspens
on the rivers edge, where he broke all
the trampish traditions by stripping of
the travel-worn clothes and plunging
in to take soapless bath. The water
being melted snow from the range, was
icy cold and it stabbed like knives
Nevertheless, it was wet. and some
part of the travel dust, at least, was
soluble In 1t. He came out glowing
but thorn from his well-groomed past
came up and pricked him when he had
to put the soiled clothes on again
There was no present help for that
however; and five minutes later he hat
regained the road and was, on his way
to the ditch camp. AS he walked hi
read for the fiftieth time something OF
the page of recent st. Louis paper
1t was under flaring headlines: