Railroads -- United States -- Design and construction -- Fiction; Western stories
Shaky the “S. & W.” certainly was--physically, and, if newspaper
gossip and apparent facts were to be trusted, financially. The rails
weighed thirty-five pounds to the yard, and had been laid in scallops,
with high centres and low joints,--“sight along the rails and it looks
like a washboard,” said John Flint, describing it. For ballast the
clay and sand of the region were used. And, as for the financial part,
everybody knew that old De Reamer had been forced to abandon the
construction work on the Red Hills extension, after building fully
five-sixths of the distance. The hard times had, of course, something
to do with that,--roads were going under all through the West;
receiverships were quite the common thing,--but De Reamer and the S. &
W. did not seem to revive so quickly as certain other lines. This was
the more singular in that the S. & W., extending as it did from the
Sabine country to the Staked Plains, really justified the popular
remark that “the Shaky and Windy began in a swamp and ended in a
desert.” On the face of things, without the Red Hills connection with
the bigger C. & S. C., and without an eastern connection with one of
the New Orleans or St. Louis lines, the road was an absurdity.
Then, only a few months before the time of our narrative, the railroad
world began to wake up. Commodore Durfee, one of “the big fellows,”
surprised the Southwest by buying in the H. D. & W. (which meant, and
will always mean, the High, Dry, and Wobbly). The surprise was
greater when the Commodore began building southwestward, in the
general direction of Red Hills. As usual when the big men are playing
for position, the public and the wise-acres, even Wall Street, were
mystified. For the S. & W. was so obviously the best and shortest
eastern connection for the C. & S. C.,--the H. D. & W. would so
plainly be a differential line,--that it was hard to see what the
Commodore was about. He had nothing to say to the reporters. Old
General Carrington, of the C. & S. C., the biggest and shrewdest of
them all, was also silent. And Daniel De Reamer couldn’t be seen at
all.
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