inhabitants of the metropolis to begin the active business of the day.
It was not long, however, before smoke began to issue from the city
chimnies; and before the engineers, had finished their breakfast they
were the object of the curious inspection of six or eight boys and men,
who lounged into the camp and gazed about them with languid interest,
their hands in their pockets every one.
“Good morning; gentlemen,” called out the chief engineer, from the table.
“Good mawning,” drawled out the spokesman of the party. “I allow thish-
yers the railroad, I heern it was a-comin’.”
“Yes, this is the railroad; all but the rails and the ironhorse.”
“I reckon you kin git all the rails you want oaten my white oak timber
over, thar,” replied the first speaker, who appeared to be a man of
property and willing to strike up a trade.
“You’ll have to negotiate with the contractors about the rails, sir,”
said Jeff; “here’s Mr. Brierly, I’ve no doubt would like to buy your
rails when the time comes.”
“O,” said the man, “I thought maybe you’d fetch the whole bilin along
with you. But if you want rails, I’ve got em, haint I Eph.”
“Heaps,” said Eph, without taking his eyes off the group at the table.
“Well,” said Mr. Thompson, rising from his seat and moving towards his
tent, “the railroad has come to Stone’s Landing, sure; I move we take a
drink on it all round.”
The proposal met with universal favor. Jeff gave prosperity to Stone’s
Landing and navigation to Goose Run, and the toast was washed down with
gusto, in the simple fluid of corn; and with the return compliment that a
rail road was a good thing, and that Jeff Thompson was no slouch.
About ten o’clock a horse and wagon was descried making a slow approach
to the camp over the prairie. As it drew near, the wagon was seen to
contain a portly gentleman, who hitched impatiently forward on his seat,
shook the reins and gently touched up his horse, in the vain attempt to
communicate his own energy to that dull beast, and looked eagerly at the
tents. When the conveyance at length drew up to Mr. Thompson’s door,
the gentleman descended with great deliberation, straightened himself up,
rubbed his hands, and beaming satisfaction from every part of his radiant
frame, advanced to the group that was gathered to welcome him, and which
had saluted him by name as soon as he came within hearing.
“Welcome to Napoleon, gentlemen, welcome. I am proud to see you here
Mr. Thompson. You are, looking well Mr. Sterling. This is the country,
sir. Right glad to see you Mr. Brierly. You got that basket of
champagne? No? Those blasted river thieves! I’ll never send anything
more by ’em. The best brand, Roederer. The last I had in my cellar,
from a lot sent me by Sir George Gore–took him out on a buffalo hunt,
when he visited our, country. Is always sending me some trifle. You
haven’t looked about any yet, gentlemen? It’s in the rough yet, in the
rough. Those buildings will all have to come down. That’s the place for
the public square, Court House, hotels, churches, jail–all that sort of
thing. About where we stand, the deepo. How does that strike your
engineering eye, Mr. Thompson? Down yonder the business streets, running
to the wharves. The University up there, on rising ground, sightly
place, see the river for miles. That’s Columbus river, only forty-nine
miles to the Missouri. You see what it is, placid, steady, no current to
interfere with navigation, wants widening in places and dredging, dredge
out the harbor and raise a levee in front of the town; made by nature on
purpose for a mart. Look at all this country, not another building
within ten miles, no other navigable stream, lay of the land points right
here; hemp, tobacco, corn, must come here. The railroad will do it,
Napoleon won’t know itself in a year.”
“Don’t now evidently,” said Philip aside to Harry. “Have you breakfasted
Colonel?”
“Hastily. Cup of coffee. Can’t trust any coffee I don’t import myself.
But I put up a basket of provisions,–wife would put in a few delicacies,