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They were rising the grade to the bridge approach, and when they

eed a few moments later from the woods the conductor said, "There!"

The panorah above their level and

a e

stretched froround a fan

of sidetracks spread, with lines of flat cars and gondolas loaded with

stone, brush, piling and ti

pile-drivers, their leads, like rabbits' ears laid sleekly back,

squatted ines puffed i stuff to the distant spurs At the river

front an army of men moved like loaded ants over the dikes Beyond

the yellow of the Spider, its winding

channeldriftwood,

bobbing wreckage and plunging trees--sweepings of a thousand angry

miles "There's the Spider," repeated the West End conductor,

pointing, "out there in theThat's the Spider, on a twenty-year raot as close to it as we're

going to, for a while I'll take a look forward"

It was the time of the June water in the mountains A year earlier the

rise had taken the Peace River bridge and with the second heavy year of

snow railroad men looked for new trouble June is not a month for