Harold Edward Bindloss

Harold Edward Bindloss

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Portrait of Harold Edward Bindloss Harold Edward Bindloss The Greater Power — XXIII: The Derrick (1909)

THE DERRICK A BITTER frost had crept down from the snow-clad heights that shut the cañon in, and the roar of the river had fallen to a lower tone, when Nasmyth stood one morning shivering close by the door of his rude log shanty at the foot of the gully. The faint grey light was growing slightly clearer, and he could see the clustering spruces, in the hollow, gleam spectrally where their dark masses were streaked with delicate silver filigree.
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Portrait of Harold Edward Bindloss Harold Edward Bindloss The Greater Power — XXIII: The Derrick (1909)

Those who toiled with Nasmyth were hardened men, and they held on with cracked hands clenched on the winch-handles, or they splashed through the icy shallows with the water in their boots, until, a little before their dinner-hour, when three of them stood straining by Nasmyth's side beneath the derrick as a mass of rock rose slowly to the surface of the pool. Mattawa glanced at this weight dubiously, and then up at the wire guy that gleamed with frozen spray high above his head.
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Portrait of Harold Edward Bindloss Harold Edward Bindloss The Greater Power — XXIII: The Derrick (1909)

Gordon and Waynefleet sat before the two big empty cases that served for table, and Mattawa was ladling pork on to their plates from a blackened frying-pan, Nasmyth sat down and ate hastily, while the light from the lamp hanging beneath the roof-beams fell upon his face, which was gaunt and roughened by the sting of bitter spray and frost. His hands were raw and cracked.
"I want to get that rock-dump hove out of the pool before it's dark," he said. "One can't see to crawl over those ice-crusted rocks by firelight."
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