General stores -- Fiction; Married people -- Fiction; West (U.S.) -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
"By listening to men who've been in the business many years. Most of
them have had to take scrub jobs once in a while. But please secure
the right of way at once for the main ditch; that's where the work
should begin. I shouldn't wonder if you could get a lot of volunteer
labor from the villagers, if you go about it rightly; for your Doctor
Taggess believes that to drain the swamps would be to greatly lessen
the number and violence of malarial attacks,--perhaps banish malaria
entirely,--and I suppose you know what it means for a town, in
certain parts of the West, to have a no-malaria reputation. It means
manufactures, and better prices for building sites, and perhaps the
beginnings of a city."
"Mr. Truett, I shouldn't wonder if you've struck just the place to
exercise your professional wits."
"I hope so. I'll soon find out, if you'll arrange that combination of
land-owners, and secure that right of way. Now is the golden time,
while the swamp land has least water and the earth is easiest handled."
Doctor Taggess, summoned for consultation on the drainage subject,
promised to make an earnest speech at any general meeting that might be
called; so Philip hurried about among the merchants, town and county
officials, and other local magnates, and arranged for an anti-malaria,
city-compelling mass-meeting at the court-house at an early date.
Political jealousies and personal dog-in-the-manger feeling are
quite as common in small towns as in great ones, but the possibility
of a village becoming a city, and farm property being cut up into
building-lots at high prices, is the one darling hope of every little
village in the far West, and at the right time--or even at the wrong
one--it may be depended upon to weld all discordant elements into one
great enthusiastic force. When the meeting was held, Doctor Taggess
made a strong plea for the proposed improvement, from the standpoint
of the public health; the young engineer read a mass of statistics
on the amazing fertility of drained swamp lands, and announced his
willingness to wait for his own pay until his work proved itself
effective; and the county clerk told of scores of Western villages,
settled no longer ago than Claybanks, that had become cities. The
upshot was that the improvement plan was adopted without a dissenting
voice, and the right of way was secured at the meeting itself, as was
also a volunteer force to begin work at once on the main ditch.
"Truett," said Philip, after the meeting adjourned, and he, the
engineer, and Doctor Taggess walked away together, "unless you've made
some mistake in your figures, this enterprise will make you a great man
in this section of country."
"That's what I wish it to do," was the reply, "for I must make a
permanent start somewhere."
"Your offer to defer asking for pay till the drainage should prove
successful," said the Doctor, "helped the movement amazingly, and it
also made everybody think you a very fair man."
"Yes? Well, that's why I made it"
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