Steam-Shovel Man

A great Sea Story. Excerpt: "The tall youth had no intention of waiting to be paid for his services, but he lived in an inland town and the deck of a ship was a strange and fascinating place. The Saragossa was almost ready to sail, bound out to the Spanish Main. Many passengers were on board. Among them were several tanned, robust men who looked as if they were used to hard work out-of-doors. As Goodwin lingered to watch the pleasant stir and bustle, one of these rugged voyagers was saying to a friend who had come to bid him good-by: "It''s sure the great place for a husky young fellow with the right stuff in him. There are five thousand of us Americans on the job, and you bet we''re making the dirt fly. I was glad to get back to God''s country for my six weeks'' leave, but I won''t be a bit sorry to see the Big Ditch again." The other man replied with a shrug and a careless laugh: "The United States is plenty good enough for me, Jack. I don''t yearn to work in any pest-hole of a tropical climate with yellow-fever and all that. It''s no place for a white man.""