Harold Edward Bindloss

Harold Edward Bindloss

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Portrait of Harold Edward Bindloss Harold Edward Bindloss The Greater Power — XIII: On the Trestle (1909)

The gorge was spanned by the usual Western trestle bridge, an openwork fabric of timber just wide enough to carry the single track rising out of the chasm on tapering piers that looked ethereally fragile in that wilderness of towering trees and tremendous slopes of rock. The chunk of axes and ringing of hammers jarred through the roar of the stream, and he could see men clinging in mid-air to little stages slung about the piers, and moving among the pines below.
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Portrait of Harold Edward Bindloss Harold Edward Bindloss The Greater Power — XIII: On the Trestle (1909)

They have also proved their faith by pitting their unshrinking courage and splendid physical strength against savage Nature, and, among their other achievements, that track blown out of the living rock, flung over roaring rivers, and driven through eternal snow, supplies a significant hint of what they can bear and do. They buried mangled men in roaring cañon and by giddy trestle, but the rails crept always on.
Wisbech came to the brink of a gorge which rent the steep hillside.
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Portrait of Harold Edward Bindloss Harold Edward Bindloss The Greater Power — XIII: On the Trestle (1909)

Wisbech had never seen cattle of any kind progress in that fashion before, but he naturally did not know that the Bush-bred ox can travel at a headlong pace up and down hills and amidst thickets a man would cautiously climb or painfully crawl through. As they approached the level at the foot of the slope, the man who drove them ran back, and slipping his handspike under it, swung the butt of the log round an obstacle. Wisbech gazed at his nephew with astonishment when Nasmyth came up with the beasts again.
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