for twenty years. You can’t put your finger on a spot in the map of
Missouri that I don’t know as if I’d made it. When you want to place
anything,” continued the Colonel, confidently, “just let Beriah Sellers
know. That’s all.”
“Oh, I haven’t got much in ready money I can lay my hands on now, but if
a fellow could do anything with fifteen or twenty thousand dollars,
as a beginning, I shall draw for that when I see the right opening.”
“Well, that’s something, that’s something, fifteen or twenty thousand
dollars, say twenty–as an advance,” said the Colonel reflectively, as if
turning over his mind for a project that could be entered on with such a
trifling sum.
“I’ll tell you what it is–but only to you Mr. Brierly, only to you,
mind; I’ve got a little project that I’ve been keeping. It looks small,
looks small on paper, but it’s got a big future. What should you say,
sir, to a city, built up like the rod of Aladdin had touched it, built up
in two years, where now you wouldn’t expect it any more than you’d expect
a light-house on the top of Pilot Knob? and you could own the land! It
can be done, sir. It can be done!”
The Colonel hitched up his chair close to Harry, laid his hand on his
knee, and, first looking about him, said in a low voice, “The Salt Lick
Pacific Extension is going to run through Stone’s Landing! The Almighty
never laid out a cleaner piece of level prairie for a city; and it’s the
natural center of all that region of hemp and tobacco.”
“What makes you think the road will go there? It’s twenty miles, on the
map, off the straight line of the road?”
“You can’t tell what is the straight line till the engineers have been
over it. Between us, I have talked with Jeff Thompson, the division
engineer. He understands the wants of Stone’s Landing, and the claims of
the inhabitants–who are to be there. Jeff says that a railroad is for-
the accommodation of the people and not for the benefit of gophers; and
if, he don’t run this to Stone’s Landing he’ll be damned! You ought to
know Jeff; he’s one of the most enthusiastic engineers in this western
country, and one of the best fellows that ever looked through the bottom
of a glass.”
The recommendation was not undeserved. There was nothing that Jeff
wouldn’t do, to accommodate a friend, from sharing his last dollar with
him, to winging him in a duel. When he understood from Col. Sellers.
how the land lay at Stone’s Landing, he cordially shook hands with that
gentleman, asked him to drink, and fairly roared out, “Why, God bless my
soul, Colonel, a word from one Virginia gentleman to another is ’nuff
ced.’ There’s Stone’s Landing been waiting for a railroad more than four
thousand years, and damme if she shan’t have it.”
Philip had not so much faith as Harry in Stone’s Landing, when the latter
opened the project to him, but Harry talked about it as if he already
owned that incipient city.
Harry thoroughly believed in all his projects and inventions, and lived
day by day in their golden atmosphere. Everybody liked the young fellow,
for how could they help liking one of such engaging manners and large
fortune? The waiters at the hotel would do more for him than for any
other guest, and he made a great many acquaintances among the people of
St. Louis, who liked his sensible and liberal views about the development
of the western country, and about St. Louis. He said it ought to be the
national capital. Harry made partial arrangements with several of the
merchants for furnishing supplies for his contract on the Salt Lick
Pacific Extension; consulted the maps with the engineers, and went over
the profiles with the contractors, figuring out estimates for bids.
He was exceedingly busy with those things when he was not at the bedside
of his sick acquaintance, or arranging the details of his speculation
with Col. Sellers.
Meantime the days went along and the weeks, and the money in Harry’s