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 river's margin some distance on ahead. A concrete dam was rising
in sections out of the river, and dominating the dam and the shacks two
steel 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.
A mile or more short of the construction camp the railroad made another
of the many gulch loopings; and on its next emergence the train had
passed the site of the dam, leaving it fully a mile in the rear. Here
the young man at the car door saw the ditch company's unloading
side-track with a spur branching away from the main line and crossing
the river on a temporary trestle. There were material yards on both
sides of the stream, and in one of the opposing hills a busy quarry.
The train made no stop at the construction siding, but a half-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.
After the train had gone on he drew himself up, took a deep
chest-filling breath of the crisp morning air, and looked about him. The
sun was an hour high over the eastern mountains, and the new world
spread itself in broad detail. 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
intermountain 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, a dusty wagon road pointed in one direction toward
the town, and in the other toward the construction camp.
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