This is section twenty seven of The Gilded Age. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. The Gilded Age, A Story of to Day by Mark Twain and Seed Warner, Chapter twenty seven. It was a hard blow to poor Sellers to see the work on his darling enterprise stop, and the noise and bustle and confusion that had been such refreshment to his soul sicken and die out. It was hard to come down to humdrum ordinary life again, after being a general superintendent and the most conspicuous man
in the community. It was sad to see his name disappear from the newspapers, sadder still to see it resurrected at intervals, shorn of its aforetime gaudy gear of compliments, and clothed on with rhetorical tar and feathers. But his friends suffered more on his account than he did. He was a cork that could not be kept under the water. Many moments at a time he had to bolt stir
up his wife's spirits every now and then. On one of these occasions he said, it is all right, my dear, all right, it will all come right in a little while. There's two hundred thousand dollars coming, and that will set things booming again. Harry seems to be having some difficulty, but that's to be expected. You can't move these big operations to the tune of Fisher's hornpipe, you know. But Harry will get it started along presently, and then you'll see,
I expect the news every day now. But Riah, you've been expecting it every day all along, haven't you. Well, yes, yes, I don't know, but I have. But anyway, the longer it's delayed, the nearer it grows to the time when it will start, same as every day you live brings you nearer to nearer the grave. Well, no, not that exactly. But you can't understand these things, Polly, Dear women haven't much head for business, you know. You make yourself perfectly comfortable,
old lady. And you'll see how we'll trot this right along. Why bless you let the appropriation lag if it wants to, that's no great matter. There's a bigger thing than that, Bigger than two hundred thousand dollars, Baryah, bigger child. Why what's two hundred thousand dollars? Pocket money? Mere? Pocket money? Look at the railroad, did you forget the railroad. It ain't many months till spring. It will be coming right along, and the railroad swimming right along with it. Where'll it
be by the middle of summer? Just stop and fancy a moment, Just think a little, don't anything suggest itself. Bless your heart, you, dear. Women live right in the present all the time. But a man, why a man lives in the future, Bariah. But don't we live in the future most too much? Barriah. We do somehow seem to manage to live on next year's crop of corn and potatoes. That's a general thing, while this year is still dragging along. But sometimes it's not a robust diet, Priah.
But don't look that way, dear. Don't mind what I say. I don't mean to fret. I don't mean to worry, and I don't once a month, do I, Dear. But when I get a little low and feel bad, I get a bit troubled and worrisome. But I don't mean anything in the world. It passes right away. I know you're doing all you can, and I don't want to seem repining and ungrateful, for I'm not Priah. You know
I'm not don't you lord, bless you child. I know you are the very best little woman that ever lived, that ever lived on the whole face of the earth. And I know that I would be a dog not to work for you and think for you and scheme for you with all my might, and I'll bring things all right. Yet, honey, cheer up. And don't you fear the railroad. Oh, I had forgotten the railroad, dear. But when a body he gets blue, a body forgets everything. Yes,
the railroad, Tell me about the railroad. Aha, my girl, don't you see? Things ain't so dark, are they now? I didn't forget the railroad. Now, just think for a moment, just figure up a little on the future dead moral certainties. For instance, call this waiter Saint Louis, and we'll lay this fork representing the railroad from Saint Louis to this potato, which is Slouchburg. Then with this little carving knife, we'll continue the railroad from Slousburg to Doodleville, shown by the
black pepper. Then we run along the yes, uh, the comb to the tumbler that's brimstone, thence by the pipe to Belshazzar, which is the salt cellar. Thence to to that quill catfish, hand me the pincushion marine toodett. Thence right along these shears to this horse Babylon, and then by the spoon to bloody run. Thank you the ink. Thence Hail Columbia, snuffers, Polly, please move that cup and saucer close up. That's Hail Columbia. Then let me open my knife to hark from the tomb, where we'll put
the candlestick. Only a little distance from Hail Columbia. To hark from the tomb, downgrade all the way, and there we strike Columbus River. Pass me two or three skeins of thread to stand for the river. The sugar bowl will do for Hawkeye, and the rat trap for Stone's landing. Napoleon, I mean, and you can see how much better Napoleon is located than Hawkeye. Now here you are with your railroad complete and showing its continuation to Hallelujah, and thence
to corruption billnll. Then there you are. It's a beautiful road. Beautiful Jeff Thompson can out engineer any civil engineer that ever sighted through an aneroid or theodolite or whatever they call it. He calls it, sometimes one and sometimes the other, just whichever levels off his sentence need as iron. But it ain't it a ripping road, though, I tell you it'll make us stir when it gets along. Just see what a country it goes through. There's your onions at Slousburg,
noblest onion country that graces God's footstool. And there's your turnip country all around Doodleville. Bless my life, What fortunes are going to be made there when they get that contrivance perfected for extracting olive oil out of turnips, if there's any in them, And I reckon there is, because Congress has made an appropriation of money to test the thing, and they wouldn't have done that just on conjecture, of course.
And now we come to the Brimstone region, cattle raised there till you can't rest, and corn and all that sort of thing. Then you've got a little stretch along through Belshazzar that don't produce anything now, at least nothing but rocks, but irrigation will fetch it. Then from Catfish to Babylon, it's a little swampy, but there's dead loads of peat down under there. Somewhere. Next is the Bloody Run and Hailed Columbia country. Tobacco enough can be raised
there to support two such railroads. Next is the Sasparilla region. I reckon there's enough of that truck along in there on the line of the pocket knife, from Hail Columbia to Hark, from the tomb to fat up, all the consumptives in all the hospitals, from Halifax to the Holy Land. It just grows like weeds. I've got a little belt of Sasparilla land in there, just tucked away, unobtrusively, waiting for my little universal expectorant to get into shape in
my head. And I'll fix that. You know, one of these days I'll have all the nations of the earth expector. But Beriah dear, don't interrupt me. Polly, I don't want you to lose the run of the map. Well, take your toy horse, James Fitzjames, if you must have it, and run along with you here. Now the soap will do for Babylon. Let me see where was I? Oh? Yes, Now we run down to Stone Napoleon. Now we run down to Napoleon. Beautiful road. Look at that now, perfectly
straight line as the way to the grave. And see where it leaves Hawkeye, clear out in the cold, my dear, clear out in the cold. That town's as bound to die as well. If I owned it, I'd get its obituary ready now and notify the mourners, Polly mark my words. In three years from this, Hawkeye'll be a howling wilderness
you'll see. And just look at that river, noblest stream that meanders over the thirsty earth, calmst gentlest artery that refreshes her weary Bosom railroad goes all over it, and all through it, wades right along on Stilt's seventeen bridges in three miles and a half, forty nine bridges from Hark from the tomb to stones Landing, altogether forty nine bridges, and culvert's enough to culvert creation itself, hadn't skeins are
thread enough to represent them all. But you get an idea perfect trestle work of bridges for seventy two miles. Jeff Thompson and I fixed all that. You know, He's to get the contracts and I'm to put them through on the divide. Just oceans of money in those bridges it's the only part of the railroad I'm interested in, down along the line, and it's all I want too. It's enough, I should judge. Now here we are at Napoleon. Good enough country, plenty, good enough. All it wants is population.
That's all right. That will come. And it's no bad country now for calmness and solitude, I can tell you, though. There's no money in that, of course, no money. But a man wants rest, a man wants peace, a man don't want to rip and tear around all the time. And here we go now, just as straight as a string for hallelujah. It's a beautiful angle, handsome upgrade all the way. And then away you go to Corruptionville, the gaudiest country for early carrots and cauliflowers that ever could
missionary field too. There ain't such another missionary field outside the jungles of Central Africa. And patriotic why they aimed it after Congress itself. Oh, I warn you, my dear, there's a good time coming, and it'll be right along before you know what you're about too. That railroad's fetching it. You see what it is. As far as I've got, and if I had enough bottles and soap, and boot jacks and such things to carry it along to where it joins on to the Union Pacific, fourteen hundred miles
from here. I should exhibit to you in that little internal improvement a spectacle of inconceivable sublimity. So don't you see, we've got the railroad to fall back on. And in the meantime, what are we worrying about that two hundred thousand dollars appropriation? For that's all right. I'd be willing to bet anything that the very next letter that comes from Harry Will, the eldest boy entered just in the nick of time and brought a letter warm from the
post office. Things do look bright after all, Briah. I'm sorry I was blue, but it did seem as if everything had been going against us for whole ages. Open the letter, Open it quick, and let's know all about it before we stir out of our places. I am all in a fidget to know what it says. The letter was opened without any unnecessary delay. End of Chapter twenty seven