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In the lower yard at Sleepy Cat the pilot train was beingca exhaust of the first-train engine waiting for orders

for the cañon run

Glover pacing the narrow bench below the caht of the lantern wrote a e to

Medicine Bend When it had been sent he upended an eot his back against a rock and gave

hiled back and forth, but none

disturbed him Some, in turn, fed the fire, some rolled themselves in

their blankets and lay down to sleep, but his eyes were lost all the

while in the leaping blaze

A volleying signal of the locomotive whistles roused hie of the ledge Toward Sleepy Cat a

headlight was slowly rounding the first curve The pilot train was

coing

The locomotive of the work-train was at the hind end and the

road Mauls were

ringing at the last spikes when the head flat car moved cautiously out

on the new track Car after car approached, every second one bearing a

flag to the cab as the train took the short curves of

the cañon and entering the gorge rolled slowly beneath the Cat's Paw

over the prostrate granite