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McGuire's reports were always encour- seemed a balloon, ready to float off into aging and he felt it his duty not to take the air. He put up both hands to hold unnecessary chances. Several times the it in place. In his ears, coming from a foreman and Nelson helped him out to great distance, sounded the shrill manithe edge of the canyon after the sun hau acal laugh of old man Gray. “The Desgone down and showed him the broad ert's got you!" the old hermit shrieked gray top of the dam rising higher and at him. “She'll tear up your dam by higher. Already more than a hundred the roots !" feet was in place. The canal which car- Farley knew what he must do. Beried the shrunken stream around the fore those clouds broke he must reach dam-site, while the foundation was being them and drive them away. They were laid, had been filled up and the water far off. He must hurry. On the way was backing up behind the cement wall. he'd strangle that old devil with the long

“It's a forty foot head there now,” Mc- white beard. He started off at a wild Guire said. “We can keep her down to run along the edge of the canyon, the that level with the spillways easy."

cool rain-drops beating in his hot face Farley's anxiety to be out only kept as he ran. him in his bed the longer. He had his Down below McGuire had been tent moved close to the sheer edge of the watching the black clouds all day long. gorge, so that, by pulling aside the flap, He thought it wise to conceal the dan

he spent a good part of a sleepless night deed, he did not consider the danger lying there and praying that nothing great. For a hundred and twenty-five might happen until he was able to be .feet the cement was hardened in its place. out again. Once or twice, looking out Above that was twenty feet still drying over the still yellow surface of the Des- in its forms. There was hardly a possiert, he caught a glimpse of a tall figure, bility that the flood would go above a with a long white beard. And two hundred feet, what with the water which mornings McGuire told him that old would be carried away through the spill

Gray had been over to see him and ways. As an extra precaution also he had been driven away for fear of annoy- decided to reopen the old canal. All ing the sick man.

hands were working like mad and in his It was middle August and Farley had excitement time passed almost unnoticed. been nearly a month in the tent. From Presently the storm broke. Even before down in the gorge came up the dull that the water in the bottom of the canyon thud-thud of the tampers, driving home had begun to swell in volume. the wet cement. McGuire's harsh voice “Go up and tell the boss we've got evsounded occasionally as he ordered the erything fixed,” he ordered Nelson.


thought, that the Apaches had proved out of breath from his climb to the top such steady workmen and so quick to of the canyon, there was nearly a hunlearn.

dred feet behind the dam, with both the “The best gang I ever bossed,” Mc- spillways and the old canal running full. Guire boasted to him frequently. “The McGuire was almost beside himself with sun never gets too hot for 'em and eight fear. The news brought by Nelson did hours don't mean a thing."

not reassure him. The half opened flap of his tent cast a “The tent's empty," the assistant cried. . heavy shadow over his couch. Now as “The boss is gone!" he looked a second shadow fell across McGuire did not hesitate. Calling the the first and the light seemed strangely Apache interpreter he ordered him to dimmed. He pulled the flap out of the pick out a dozen of the best trailers and way with a quick, nervous gesture. In come with him in an instant search for the northern sky, unclouded for months, the missing Farley. a thick mass of black vapor showed. Far- “The boy's out of his head,” he told ley sprang to his unsteady feet. “It's Nelson. “We'll go after him. You stay the rains !” he cried to himself. He felt here and do what you can." . strangely light on his feet and his head M cGuire had no trouble in finding the

heavy footsteps in the sand at the top of have cut a new path for itself and the gorge. He and the Indians were left the Spotted Snake dam standing starting when Nelson called up to them. high and dry, with no water behind it. “The water's dropping. Down to ninety Fortunately the top of the bluff where feet now.” It was true. As swiftly as it they stood was covered with boulders had risen the great flood was falling. and smaller stones. First of all he and But McGuire did not wait to investigate two of the men rushed down and, by the mystery The Indians had already force, carried the delirious Farley out of started their long trot up the side of the the water. Then the whole party, workcanyon and he panted heavily behind. ing like demons, rolled great rocks down

It seemed to McGuire that he could into the deep, but narrow, cut already run no further when the man in front made by the Snake. The space between yelled and waved a hand ahead. Hurry- the stones McGuire filled with his own ing on he looked down presently from a clothing and with such scraps of cloth high point into a deep where the flood as were worn by the Indians. For fifty had begun to cut a new channel for it- feet they filled the gulley solidly. The. self. And there in its bottom was Farley, rush of water was blocked. Again the fighting the water with his bare hands as current boiled down the canyon towards if it had been a wild beast. Furiously he the dam. But the rain had stopped. The was scooping up the sand and throwing flood had reached its height and was fallit into the widening cut in the side wall, ing. while on the dry bank beside him lay old Farley, weak, but conscious, looked up Gray, shrieking with maniacal laughter. as the half-naked foreman staggered into

McGuire took in the situation at a his sight. "What's the matter, Mac?" he glance. The rising river had reached the asked, feebly. top of an old filled up channel and had “Nothing's the matter, Mister Farbegun to sweep out the loose debris ley,” the big Irishman answered. “You've which filled it. In a few hours it would saved the Spotted Snake dam, that's all.”

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Taking the Beet's Crystal Gift

By Benjamin Brooks

OLDING a precious pos- to the top of the lime kilns for a good

session barely within the look around; for the industry involves

reach of men, where they such enormous quantities of material, so ş must struggle and strive many thousands of acres, so many milB to obtain it, seems to be lions of dollars, that one needs to gaze

a favorite method of Na- over about three counties for a while in ture. Without doubt it is for the better- order to catch the idea. ment of the race that the necessaries of The accommodating reader will therelife should not fall too easily into the fore imagine himself one hundred feet hand, but sometimes the severity of the in the air on top of a galleried steel tower strife is exhausting. On the other hand, in the midst of a broad plain. If it be success in reaching the treasure often is anywhere in the great, rainless west, he in the nature of a triumph of which we will easily define his territory by the may be justly proud, despite the fact that boundaries of irrigating ditches. If it Nature is prodigally generous when her be in California, the black plowed soil gifts are finally reached. Success in stretches to the feet of the blue mountaking sugar from the beet, as a commer- tains, or the dunes along the coast. And cial proposition, may be fairly so classed. he will at once see what many a pro

When a man comes to see how we moter has lost sight of, that the industry make sugar out of beets, I never burden (as all good industries should) springs him with details until he has first been from the soil. Without control and earnest development of a handsome por- And right here we come to a difficulty ; tion of the map, all the great structures, for the beet is a very delicate organism, all the money and the men and the talk requiring much care. Corn you may of markets and profits avail nothing. cultivate with the aid of machinery sixty



Here, then, let him watch operations acres to the man; but beets must be from the beginning. The surveyors are thinned—that is, the thick sprouting just about breaking camp; the muddy plants must be selected out so that only water flows for the first time in its new one in ten plants that started shall machannels. Already appear in the dis- ture—the survival of the fittest in other tance long black strings of mules creep- words, spaced at scientifically determined ing by inches along the horizon, plow- intervals in precisely straight lines. This ing; and in due time follow the sowers means that Antonio Apache or Signor drilling the seed. Then the ditches, or Regolardo or Mr. Banzai Nippon or the heavens, as the case may be, dis- some other man with a hoe must go tribute water over the land, and the black laboriously stooping on his knees and area turns miraculously green.

selecting and cutting for the distance of Now, all this territory, say 20,000 two and three-quarters miles for every acres, is under the control of one man- acre he tends. And there must be huna manager, for although no company dreds of him. You see the little tents hopes to own all the land it needs, it scattering away for miles. But there's must control absolutely its operations. never a free born leisure loving hobo in It distributes the required seed; super- the district. They have all sought more intends the plowing; sets the date for congenial, 'less strenuous climes; and each planting ; prescribes the manner of what we should do without a bit of yelcultivation, harvesting and final delivery; low or brown or otherwise chromo-lithoand agrees beforehand what it will pay graphic "peril” to work the fields for us for the product (whatever the state of is a very serious question. the weather or the markets), thus reliev- So maneuvers a large army over 20,ing the individual farmer of much uncer- 000 acres, obedient to one general. And tainty.

every time it rains or hails or freezes The manager's agricultural lieuten- within the field of operation, it is known ants, the gentlemen with the science and immediately in every capital of the civilthe strong French accent, are in the sad- ized world. dle all day long. Their subordinates, But at the very same time, while you young chaps in khaki and sombreros, with watch from your tall tower, other great mighty sunburned faces and the whole things are in progress. The foreagricultural course of some university in ground is all upheaved with excavations. the backs of their heads, are scattered Concrete piers are growing like mushover the entire map, bossing gangs of rooms. Strings of wheelbarrows have Mexicans and Japanese with a scattering been going back and forth for weeks. of Zuni Indians.

Improvised railroads over temporary bridges are crawling about with steel busy one. There go the army of field girders and timbering. Derricks swing workers again, armed this time with in the air, and the pneumatic riveter chat- flashing bolos instead of hoes, following ters noisily in what was recently a silent after the long strings of mules and their wilderness. Yonder men are digging curious two-pronged uprooting “pullers” wells and building a reservoir, for a imported from France. They seize the water supply of ten million gallons a day uprooted beets, the bolos flash, lopping is necessary for a large plant like this; off the green tops. With a good glass also a fine sewerage system to carry the you may already have seen the neat little same amount away.

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piles of white roots dotting the fields. And there springs a town out of noth- Then come wagons, two in a string, ing. The surveyors' pegs have already drawn by mules ten in a string, all driven given place to houses, an avenue, a park, with one rein and a few well worn exan electric light plant and a bank. Who pletives, by the bronzed fellow in the would imagine that a homely, long-tailed saddle on one of the wheelers-precisely vegetable would occasion this amount of like the famous borax teams out of Death engineering!

Valley. The land is already green by the time All day and for a hundred days these the first columns are standing. The teams will come creeping in from all leaves grow alarmingly large ere the ma- quarters of the horizon ; and for a hunchinery is delivered on the ground. The dred days they will be discharging their dread question comes up, Will we be rich cargoes below you in the storage ready on time? A very exciting race bins; and for a hundred days and a hunbetween sun and rain on the one side and dred nights, without ceasing, regardless human endeavor on the other, with a of the Fourth of July, the Mikado's million dollar stake. Twenty hours a birthday and the otherwise holy Sabbath, day for seven days a week often comes the factory will continue to throb and to be the rule toward the last, and ere roar and smoke by day and blaze by the walls have closed in on the steel night. framing, the agriculturists, who have N ow we will do well to descend from been watching the barometer like a the lime kiln (already uncomfortably pointer dog and measuring the sugar in hot) and watch proceedings within. the beets in hundredths of a per cent, Those storage bins where the wagons agree that the exact day of harvesting discharge have each a swift stream of has arrived. For if they are too soon water running beneath-running in a the sun will not have ripened the beets flume to the factory. Down these flumes to sugar and if they are too late it will come the beets, floating and washing at have converted it into glucose.

the same time. First they are caught in The appointed day of beginning is a an inclined spiral screw, supervised by

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