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once a place of i

mountain around the base of which winds the swift Rat River At Sleepy

Cat town the main line leaves the Rat, and if a tenderfoot brakeman ask

a reservation buck why the mountain is called Sleepy Cat the Indian

will answer, always the saested Hughie Morrison, looking vaguely at the

stove, "that the wires are down"

"Nonsense," objected Callahan

"It is raining at Soda Sink," persisted Morrison,his pipe froht, black hair lay

boyishly suile in his expression

even though he had stunned Callahan, which was precisely what he had

intended "It is raining at Soda Sink," he repeated

Now there is no day in therain at Soda Sink Before Toes; before Sikes, longest in

the cab; before Pat Francis, oldest of conductors, runs that tradition

about rain at the Sink--which is desert absolute--where it never does

rain and never should When it rains at Soda Sink, this say the

Medicine men, the Cat will fall on the Rat It is Indian talk as old

as the foothills