The Hero of Panama: A Tale of the Great CanalBrereton, F. S. (Frederick Sadleir)
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The Hero of Panama: A Tale of the Great Canal
Brereton, F. S. (Frederick Sadleir)
Panama Canal (Panama) -- Juvenile fiction
The arrangement fell in with our hero's wishes, for there was no doubt
but that his sister was in excellent hands. She had taken a liking to
Phineas's housekeeper, and was happy amongst her playmates at the
Commission school close at hand. Jim left her, therefore, in the care of
his friend, and was soon established in his quarters in a vast
Commission hotel at Ancon, within easy distance of Milaflores, the part
where he was to be chief of a section of workers. He found that the
latter were composed for the most part of Italians, though there were a
few other European nationalities, as well as some negroes.
"You'll have plans given you and so get to know what the work is," said
his immediate superior. "Of course what we're doing here is getting out
foundations for the two tiers of double locks. You'll have a couple of
steam diggers to operate, besides a concrete mill; for we're putting
tons of concrete into our foundations. A young chap like you don't want
to drive. Though it's as well to remember that foreigners same as these
ain't got the same spirit that our men have. They don't care so much for
the building of the canal as for the dollars they earn, but if you take
them the right way you can get a power of work out of them."
The advice given was, as Jim found, excellent, and with his sunny nature
and his own obvious preference for hard work, in place of idleness, he
soon became popular with his section, and conducted it for some weeks
to the satisfaction of those above him. Nor did he find the work less
interesting. The huge concrete mill was, in itself, enough to rivet
attention, though there was a sameness about its movements which was apt
to become monotonous when compared with the varied, lifelike motions of
the steam diggers. Rubble and cement were loaded into its enormous
hopper by the gangs of workmen, and ever there was a mass of semi-fluid
concrete issuing from the far side, ready mixed for the foundations of
the locks which, when the hour arrives, will carry the biggest ships the
world is capable of building. On Saturday afternoon, when the whistles
blew earlier than on weekdays, Jim would return to his hotel, wash and
change, and take the first available car down the tracks to Gatun. A
concert at the club was usually arranged for Saturday night, while on
Sunday he went to the nearest church with Phineas and Sadie, and then
returned in the evening to Ancon.
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