The Cassowary; What Chanced in the Cleft MountainsWaterloo, Stanley
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The Cassowary; What Chanced in the Cleft Mountains
Waterloo, Stanley
Love stories; Railroad travel -- Fiction; Storytelling -- Fiction
"I want the privilege of putting new works inside the Siren, that's
all."
"But the Siren is under the control of the United States Government. How
can we get permission for the experiment?"
"Oh," said Hannibal, cheerfully, "I've thought all that out. The
government usually pays attention to the advice of business men of any
locality where it has established something in their interest. The
vessel men here are the ones who have influence in the case. Get the
vessel men to endorse it and the government will consent to the
experiment."
The mayor had been getting more and more interested as all the bearings
of the case became clear to him. The thing seemed practicable, and what
would not follow should it really prove a success! It would redound to
his credit that he had recognized the plan which gave the city peace. He
reached a decision promptly.
"I'll help you," he declared, "I'll call a meeting of the vessel men for
to-morrow night. You'll have to be there to explain the thing as you
have to me--more fully though. Does that suit you?"
Hannibal departed walking on air. Could he convince the vessel men! He
had not the slightest doubt of it.
He neither ate nor slept much from the time he left the mayor's office,
until on the evening of the next day when he entered the hall where the
vessel men were assembled, the mayor with them.
The mayor took the chair, called the meeting to order, explained briefly
the proposition which had been made to him, and said that he had
thought it best to refer the suppliant to those most vitally interested
in the matter. The inventor was present and would make his own
explanation.
Hannibal took the platform tremblingly. He had never addressed an
audience in his life, and his knees shook and there was a lump in his
throat. At first he could not articulate, but when a bluff, red-faced
old mariner, taking pity on him, called out--"Don't be scared, young
man; take your time," he recovered himself and began stammeringly.
Gradually the words came more freely. He believed in his scheme, and
that gave him strength. He warmed to his subject and almost forgot where
he was. He became eloquent, in an inventor's way. He described the
present horrors of the Siren, the condition of the people, and the
prejudice that was growing up in consequence against anything marine, a
prejudice which might in time affect seriously the shipping interest.
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