The thunder of the old bass horn is heard.
STAGE V.—IN WHICH CRICKET MOUNTS ONE OF GOD'S HORSES
HOSE days they were stringing wires through the North, and even there human thought had begun to move faster. Now one could fling his words far over the distant hills in a moment. Men gathered in groups and talked of the wonder of it, and looked with awe upon the operator; for had not tidings of far capitals come to him out of the sky, and news of death which had made the strong tremble?
Pearl had been helping to install a new line. For a time—a long time, as it seemed to me—the shop door was locked.