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The Day's Work - Part 01   By: (1865-1936)

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THE DAY'S WORK PART I

By RUDYARD KIPLING

CONTENTS

PART I

THE BRIDGE BUILDERS

A WALKING DELEGATE

THE SHIP THAT FOUND HERSELF

THE TOMB OF HIS ANCESTORS.

THE DEVIL AND THE DEEP SEA

WILLIAM THE CONQUEROR PART I

WILLIAM THE CONQUEROR PART II

THE SON OF HIS FATHER

THE BRIDGE BUILDERS

The least that Findlayson, of the Public Works Department, expected was a C.I.E.; he dreamed of a C. S. I. Indeed, his friends told him that he deserved more. For three years he had endured heat and cold, disappointment, discomfort, danger, and disease, with responsibility almost to top heavy for one pair of shoulders; and day by day, through that time, the great Kashi Bridge over the Ganges had grown under his charge. Now, in less than three months, if all went well, his Excellency the Viceroy would open the bridge in state, an archbishop would bless it, and the first trainload of soldiers would come over it, and there would be speeches.

Findlayson, C. E., sat in his trolley on a construction line that ran along one of the main revetments the huge stone faced banks that flared away north and south for three miles on either side of the river and permitted himself to think of the end. With its approaches, his work was one mile and three quarters in length; a lattice~girder bridge, trussed with the Findlayson truss standing on seven and twenty brick piers. Each one of those piers was twenty four feet in diameter, capped with red Agra stone and sunk eighty feet below the shifting sand of the Ganges' bed. Above them was a railway line fifteen feet broad; above that, again, a cart road of eighteen feet, flanked with footpaths. At either end rose towers, of red brick, loopholed for musketry and pierced for big guns, and the ramp of the road was being pushed forward to their haunches. The raw earth ends were crawling and alive with hundreds upon hundreds of tiny asses climbing out of the yawning borrow pit below with sackfuls of stuff; and the hot afternoon air was filled with the noise of hooves, the rattle of the drivers' sticks, and the swish and roll down of the dirt. The river was very low, and on the dazzling white sand between the three centre piers stood squat cribs of railway~sleepers, filled within and daubed without with mud, to support the last of the girders as those were riveted up. In the little deep water left by the drought, an overhead crane travelled to and fro along its spile pier, jerking sections of iron into place, snorting and backing and grunting as an elephant grunts in the timberyard. Riveters by the hundred swarmed about the lattice side work and the iron roof of the railway line hung from invisible staging under the bellies of the girders, clustered round the throats of the piers, and rode on the overhang of the footpath stanchions; their fire pots and the spurts of flame that answered each hammer stroke showing no more than pale yellow in the sun's glare. East and west and north and south the construction trains rattled and shrieked up and down the embankments, the piled trucks of brown and white stone banging behind them till the side boards were unpinned, and with a roar and a grumble a few thousand tons' more material were flung out to hold the river in place. Findlayson, C. E., turned on his trolley and looked over the face of the country that he had changed for seven miles around. Looked back on the humming village of five thousand work men; up stream and down, along the vista of spurs and sand; across the river to the far piers, lessening in the haze; overhead to the guard towers and only he knew how strong those were and with a sigh of contentment saw that his work was good. There stood his bridge before him in the sunlight, lacking only a few weeks' work on the girders of the three middle piers his bridge, raw and ugly as original sin, but pukka permanent to endure when all memory of the builder, yea, even of the splendid Findlayson truss, has perished... Continue reading book >>




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