<h2><SPAN name="CHAPTER_XV" id="CHAPTER_XV"></SPAN>CHAPTER XV</h2>
<p class="center">"WHICH TOWN WILL THE R.R. STRIKE?"</p>
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<p class="cap_1">THE drummer's information soon received
corroboration from other sources, and
although it seemed almost unbelievable,
it was discussed incessantly and excitement
ran high. These pioneers, who had braved
the hardships of homestead life had felt that without
the railroad they were indeed cut off from civilization.
To them the advent of the surveyors in
Oristown could mean only one thing—that their
dreams of enjoying the many advantages of the
railroad train, would soon materialize.</p>
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<p>They fell to enumerating these advantages—the
mail daily, instead of only once or twice a week;
the ease with which they could make necessary
trips to the neighboring towns; and most of all—the
increase in the value of the land. With this
last subject they became so wrought up with excitement
and anxiety as to the truth of the report,
that they could stay away from the scene of action
no longer. Accordingly, buggies and vehicles of
all descriptions began coming into Oristown from
all directions. I hitched Doc and my new horse,
Boliver, for which I had paid one hundred and forty
dollars, to an old ramshackle buggy I had bought
for ten dollars, and joined the procession.</p>
<p>Three miles west of Oristown we came upon a
crowd of circus-day proportion, and in their midst
were the surveyors.</p>
<p>In their lead rode the chief engineer—a slender,
wiry<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</SPAN></span>
man with a black mustache and piercing eyes,
that seemed to observe every feature of surrounding
prairie. Behind came a wagon loaded with stakes,
accompanied by several men, the leader of whom
was setting these stakes according to the signal of
the engineer from behind the transit. Others, on
either side, were also driving stakes. They were
not only running a straight survey, but were cross-sectioning
as they went.</p>
<p>Even though the presence of these surveyors
was now an established fact, these were days of
grave uncertainties as to just what route the road
would take. The suspense was almost equal to
that of the criminal, as he awaits the verdict of the
jury. The valleys and divides lay in such a manner
that it was possible the survey would extend
along the Monca, thus passing through Calias.
On the other hand, it was probable that it would
continue to the Northwest through Kirk and Megory,
thus missing Calias altogether.</p>
<p>When the surveyors reached a point five miles
west of Hedrick, they swerved to the northwest and
advanced directly toward Kirk. This looked bad
for Calias.</p>
<p>When Ernest Nicholson had learned that the
surveyors were in Oristown, he had left immediately
for parts unknown and had not returned. He was
in reality the founder of Calias and many of the
inhabitants looked to him as their leader, and depended
upon him for advice. Although he had
many enemies who heaped abuse and epithets
upon him—calling him a liar, braggard and "wind
jammer" when boasting of their own independence
and<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</SPAN></span>
self respect—now that a calamity was about
to befall them, and their fond hopes for this priceless
mistress of prairie were about to be wrecked
upon the shoals of an imaginary railroad survey,
they turned toward him for comfort, as moths turn
to a flame. It was Ernest here and Ernest there.
As the inevitable progress of the surveyors proceeded
in a direct line for Hedrick, Kirk and Megory,
the consternation of the Caliasites became
more intense as time went on, and the anxiety for
Ernest to return almost resolved itself into mutiny.
It became so significant, that at one time it appeared
that if Ernest had only appeared, the railroad
company would have voluntarily run its survey
directly to Calias, in order to avoid the humiliation
of Ernest's seizing them by the nape of the neck and
marching them, survey, cars and all, right into the
little hamlet.</p>
<p>Now there was one thing everybody seemed to
forget or to overlook, but which occurred to me at
the time, and caused me to become skeptical as to
the possibilities of the road striking Calias, and
that was, if the railroad was to be built up the
Monca Valley, then why had the surveyors come
to Oristown, and why had they not gotten off at
Anona, the last station in the Monca Valley, where
the tracks climb the grade to Fairview.</p>
<p>Many of the Megory and Kirk boosters had taken
advantage of Ernest's absence, and through enthusiasm
attending the advent of the railroad survey,
persuaded several of Calias' business men to go
into fusion in their respective towns. The remaining
handful consoled each other by prophecies of
what Ernest would do when he returned, and plied
each<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</SPAN></span>
other for expressions of theories, and ways and
means of injecting enthusiasm into the local situation.
Thousands of theories were given expression,
consideration, and rejection, and the old one that
all railroads follow valleys and streams was finally
adhered to. I was singled out to give corroborative
proof of this last, by reason of my railroad experience.</p>
<p>I was suddenly seized with a short memory, much
to my embarrassment, as I felt all eyes turned upon
me. However, the crowd were looking for encouragement
and spoke up in chorus: "Don't the railroads
always follow valleys?" It suddenly occurred
to me, that with all the thousands of miles
of travel to my credit and the many different states
I had traveled through, with all their rough and
smooth territory, I had not observed whether the
tracks followed the valleys or otherwise. However,
I intimated that I thought they did. "Of
course they do", my remark was answered in chorus.</p>
<p>Since then I have noticed that a railway does invariably
follow a valley, if it is a large one; and
small rivers make excellent routes, but never crooked
little streams like the Monca. When it comes to
such creeks, and there is a table land above, as soon
as the road can get out, it usually stays out.
This was the situation of the C. & R.W. It came
some twenty-five or thirty miles up the Monca, from
where it empties into the Missouri. There are fourteen
bridges across in that many miles, which were
and still are, always going out during high water.</p>
<p>It came this route because there was no other
way to come, but when it got to Anona, as has been
said, it climbed a four per cent grade to get out
and it stayed out.</p>
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<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</SPAN></span></p>
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