The St. Charles herald. [volume] (Hahnville, La.) 1873-1993, 1917-06-23
CHAPTER III.
The HIGH Hills.


| The Nevada through freight was two
hours late issuing from the western
portal of Timanyoni canon. Through
the early notwithstanding hours Of
the night and the later flight across the
Red desert. the dusty, avel-grimed
young fellow in the empty box car mid
way Of the train had slept soundly,
with the hard car floor for a bed and
his folded coat for pillow. But the
sudden cessation Of the crash and roar
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 q 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 its nearer reaches the
valley was dotted with round hills,
some Of them bare, offers 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, q mountain torrent in its
canon, and the swiftest Of upland riv-
erS even here where it 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 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 q 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 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-
ing the dam and the shacks two steel
towers, with 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 a 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 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, q few Of its
higher buildings showing clear-cut In
the distance. Paralleling the railroad,
on lower level and nearer the river,
y uuStS "oSOA AOUu liz OlIt |
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
a 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
IN until he came to the fringe of aspens
IN the rivers edge, where he broke all
he trampish traditions by stripping off
he travel-worn clothes and plunging
n to take soapless bath. The water,
,eing melted snow from the range, was
cy cold and 1t stabbed like knives
Nevertheless, 1t was wet, and some
part of the travel dust, at least, was
soluble in it. He came out glowing, I
tut thorn from his well-groomed past
anne upland pricked him when he had s
o put the soiled clothes on again.