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قراءة كتاب The Rainy Day Railroad War
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THE RAINY DAY RAILROAD WAR
By Holman Day
1906
CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE—THE TRYING-OUT OF ONE RODNEY PARKER, ASSISTANT ENGINEER
CHAPTER TWO—THE WHIM THAT PROJECTED THE FAMOUS "POQUETTE CARRY RAILROAD"
CHAPTER THREE—ENGINEER PARKER GETS FINAL ORDERS FOR "THE LAND OF THE GIDEONITES."
CHAPTER FOUR—IN WHICH THE DOUGHTY "SWAMP SWOGON" ASTONISHES SUNKHAZE SETTLEMENT
CHAPTER FIVE—HOW COLONEL GIDEON WAS BACKED DOWN FOR THE FIRST TIME IN HIS LIFE
CHAPTER SIX—IN WHICH "THE CAT-HERMIT OF MOXIE" CASTS HIS SHADOW LONG BEFORE HIM
CHAPTER SEVEN—HOW "THE FRESH-WATER CORSAIRS" CAME TO SUNKHAZE
CHAPTER EIGHT—THE LOCOMOTIVE THAT WENT SWIMMING AND THE ENGINEER WHO WAS STOLEN
CHAPTER NINE—UP THE WINDING WAY TO THE "OGRE OF THE BIG WOODS."
CHAPTER ELEVEN—THE BEAR THAT WALKED LIKE A MAN
CHAPTER TWELVE—THE STRANGE "CAT-HERMIT OF MOXIE"
CHAPTER THIRTEEN—THE BEAR OF THE BIG WOODS "BAITED" AFTER HIS OWN FASHION
CHAPTER FOURTEEN—HOW RODNEY PARKER PAID AN HONEST DEBT
CHAPTER FIFTEEN—THE DAY WHEN POQUETTE BURST WIDE OPEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN—THE PACT THAT OPENED RODNEY PARKER'S PROFESSIONAL FUTURE
Illustrations
Then he Fell to Chuckling 049-050
Then the Great Idea Frontispiece
Appearance of an Enraged Polar Bear 078-100
A Dim White Hulk Seemed to Hover 117-140
Colonel Ward Stamped in 149-174
Every Inch of his Skin Was Being Tortured 197-224
THE RAINY DAY RAILROAD WAR
CHAPTER ONE—THE TRYING-OUT OF ONE RODNEY PARKER, ASSISTANT ENGINEER
All at once the stump-dotted, rocky hillside became clamorous and animated. From the little shacks sheathed with tarred paper, from the sodded huts, from burrows sunk into the hillside men suddenly came popping out with shrill cries.
Three men, shouldering surveying instruments, stopped in their tracks on the freshly-heaped soil of a new railroad embankment, and gazed up at the hillside. The railroad skirted its foot and the sudden activity on the slope was in full view. "Your lambs seem to be blatting around the fodder-rack once more, Parker," observed the man who lugged the transit. He was a thin, elderly man and his tone was somewhat satirical.
The men were running toward a common center, uttering cries in shrill staccato and sounding like yelping dogs.
Parker drove the spurs of his tripod into the soft soil and stared up at the hillside, his tanned brow puckering with apprehension.
"I don't think there's much