It was seven days later, and many things had been done, when with our working beasts and few other possessions 134 lurching before us in a couple of cattle-cars, we went clattering through the Rockies at the tail of a big freight train. It was just breaking day, and Harry leaned beside me over the platform rails of a car hooked on for our accommodation, while Lee sat on the step close by wrapped in an old skin coat Harry had given him. A shrill whistle came ringing out of the stirred-up dust ahead, then the roar of wheels grew louder, rolling back repeated and magnified from the rocks above, while half-seen through the mist that rose from a river spectral pines reeled by, and an icy blast lashed my cheeks like a whip as, with throttle wide open and the long cars bouncing behind, the great mountain locomotive thundered down a declivity.
“Steve’s letting her go,” said the surveyor, who came out from the car. “Got to rush her through for the side-track ahead of the west-bound mail. Say, the light is growing; stay just where you are, for presently there’ll be unrolled the most gorgeous panorama that ever delighted a sinful mortal’s eye, and you’ll see the first of what some day is going to be of all lands on this wide green earth the greatest country.”
I looked up, and already the mist was rolling back like a curtain from the great slopes of rock above, sliding in smoky wreaths across the climbing pines, while as the brightness increased we could see the torrent, whose voice now almost drowned the clash of couplings and the clamor of wheels, frothing green and white-streaked among mighty boulders in the gorge below. Then as we swung giddily over a gossamer-like timber bridge, the walls of quartz and blue grit fell back on either hand; and, for the first time, I gazed in rapt silence upon the cold unsullied whiteness of eternal snow, undefiled from the beginning by any foot of man. It stretched in a glimmering saw-edge high above us athwart the brightening east, and, below, smooth-scarped 135 slopes of rock polished to a steely luster by endless ages of grinding ice, slid down two, or it may have been four, thousand feet, to the stately pines on the hillsides below.
There were peaks like castles, spires like the fretted stonework of Indian minarets, wrought by the hand of nature out of an awful cold purity, and mountains which resembled nothing I had ever seen or dreamed of, banded white with broken edges of green by winding glaciers; while sombered forests, every trunk in which the surveyor said exceeded two hundred feet in height, were wrapped about their knees. It was a scene of plutonic grandeur, weirdly impressive under the first of the light, with a stamp upon it of unearthly glory, and we drew in our breath when a great peak behind us glowed for a moment rosy red and then faded into saffron, just before a long shaft of radiance turned the whiteness on its shoulders into incandescence.
“What do you think of that, Lee?” Harry asked.
The old man, staring about him with a great wonder in his eyes, answered, with half-coherent solemnity: “It’s the Almighty’s handiwork made manifest;” and as we swept across a trestle and the trembling timber flung back the vibratory din, I caught the disjointed phrases, “The framing of the everlastin’ hills; a sign an’ a token while the earth shall last—an’ there are many who will not see it.”
“Just so,” said the surveyor, smiling across at me. “Now, I’m a mechanic, and look at it in a practical way. To me it’s a tremendous display of power, which is irresistible, even though it works mighty slowly. Sun, wind, and frost, all doing their share in rubbing out broad valleys and wearing down the hills, and, with the débris, the rivers are spreading new lands for wheat and fruit west into the sea. ‘Wild nature run riot, chaotic desolation!’ it says in the guide. No, sir; this is a great scheme, and I guess 136 there’s neither waste nor riot. Well, that is not our business; it’s our part to make a way to take out ore and produce, and bring in men—this is going to be an almighty great country. Timber for half the world, gold and silver, iron, lead, coal, and copper, rivers to give you power for nothing wherever you like to tap one with a dynamo, and a coast that’s punctuated with ready-made harbors! All we want is men and railroads, and we mean to get them. I figure that if sometime our children—I’m thankful I’ve got none—move the greatest Empire’s center West, they’ll leave Montreal and Ottawa rusting, and locate it here between the Rockies and the sea. But I guess I’m talking nonsense, and there’s a little in the flask—here’s to the New Westminster, and blank all annexationists!”
Harry nodded as he passed the flask on to me, while Lee groaned deprecatingly, and then, brushing the gray hair back from his forehead with thin crooked fingers, said: “An’ by then there’ll be no more cold homes and hunger for the poor in England. It’s coming, the time we’ve been waiting, starving, and some of us praying for so long, an’ if they get their own by law, or take it tramplin’ through the blood of the oppressor, they’ll live and speak free Englishmen, spread out on all the good lands the Almighty intended for them.”
I did not answer, though Harry said aside that he did not know the whole earth was made for Englishmen. There was occasionally much in what Lee said that commanded sympathy, but he had a habit of relapsing into vague prophetic utterance, which was perhaps acquired when he ran the Stoney Clough chapel. Still, as hour by hour we went clattering through solemn forests almost untouched by the axe, or rending apart the silence that hung over great lonely lakes, and past wide rivers, while the whole air was filled with the fragrance of pines and cedars, I wondered 137 whether either his or the surveyor’s forecast would come true, and decided if that were so England would have cause to be proud of this rich country. For the rest, Harry and I never found our interest slacken, and looked on in silence as that most gorgeous panorama of snow-peak, forest, and glacier unwound itself league after league before us, until at last amid a grinding of brakes the long freight train ran onto a side track. She was only just in time, for with the ballast trembling beneath, and red cinders flying from the funnel of the mammoth mountain engine ahead, the Atlantic mail went by. Then, as we stepped down on the track the same thought was evidently uppermost in each of us, for Harry said:
“Ralph, this land approaches one’s wildest fancies of a terrestrial paradise, and if in spite of our efforts we fail at Fairmead it’s comforting to think we can always bring up here. If I had the choice I’d like to be buried in the heart of those forests. What do you say, Johnston?”