OH, SHOOT! 



tions, as if this were a martial field for those 

 two dead, yet living, rivals which had roared 

 and gnashed at each other since the beginnings 

 of time. 



The vanguard of Mr. Heney's army was 

 here a handful of engineers drilling for bed- 

 rock on the site of his upper bridge. That 

 bridge, by the way, now spans the river be- 

 tween the ice fields, allowing the railroad, 

 which dodges past the face of one of them, to 

 avoid the other by crossing back. That little 

 zigzag meant millions of dollars in steel and 

 rock and cement, but beyond lie countless tons 

 of copper ore. 



We camped on the promontory which lies 

 between the glaciers, where some day will 

 stand the most famous tourists' hotel on the 

 continent, for the time is surely coming when 

 men and women will journey thither from all 

 quarters of the globe. Day and night, at 

 intervals, the giants bombarded each other, 

 the action increasing with the rising waters. 

 It awoke us in the night, it awed us in the day. 

 It filled us with a sense of such tremendous 

 destruction that we watched jealously, as if 

 each spectacle might be the last. The mind 

 could not grasp the fact that, no matter how 



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