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Jim
spread
his
stride
in
an
attempt
to
walk
on
every
other
tie
,
and
found
he
couldn
’
t
quite
make
it
.
"
Seems
to
me
I
never
did
much
of
anything
,
"
he
admitted
.
"
Everything
’
s
new
to
me
.
"
"
Well
,
it
’
s
easy
now
.
The
company
lets
guys
ride
.
In
the
old
days
it
was
tough
.
Train
crews
used
to
throw
the
stiffs
off
a
moving
train
when
they
could
catch
them
.
"
A
great
black
water
tower
stood
beside
the
track
,
its
goose
-
neck
spout
raised
up
against
its
side
.
The
multitude
of
tracks
was
behind
them
,
and
only
one
line
of
worn
and
mirror
-
polished
rails
extended
ahead
.
"
Might
as
well
sit
down
and
wait
,
"
said
Mac
.
"
She
’
ll
be
along
pretty
soon
now
.
"
The
long
,
lonely
howl
of
a
train
whistle
and
the
slow
crash
of
escaping
steam
sounded
at
the
end
of
his
words
.
And
at
the
signal
,
men
began
to
stand
up
out
of
the
ditch
beside
the
track
and
to
stretch
their
arms
lazily
in
the
cool
morning
sun
.
"
We
’
re
going
to
have
company
,
"
Mac
observed
.
The
long
freight
of
empties
came
slowly
down
the
yard
,
red
box
-
cars
and
yellow
refrigerator
cars
,
black
iron
gondolas
and
round
tank
cars
.
The
engine
went
by
at
little
more
pace
than
a
man
could
walk
,
and
the
engineer
waved
a
black
,
shiny
glove
at
the
men
in
the
ditch
.
He
yelled
,
"
Going
to
the
picnic
?
"
and
playfully
released
a
spurt
of
white
steam
from
between
the
wheels
.
Mac
said
,
"
We
want
a
box
-
car
.
There
,
that
one
.
The
door
’
s
open
a
little
.
"
Trotting
beside
the
car
he
pushed
at
the
door
.
"
Give
a
hand
,
"
he
called
.
Jim
put
his
hand
to
the
iron
handle
and
threw
his
weight
against
it
.
The
big
sliding
door
screeched
rustily
open
a
few
feet
.
Mac
put
his
hands
on
the
sill
,
vaulted
,
turned
in
the
air
and
landed
in
a
sitting
position
in
the
doorway
.
Quickly
he
stood
up
out
of
the
way
while
Jim
imitated
him
.
The
floor
of
the
car
was
littered
with
lining
paper
,
torn
down
from
the
walls
.
Mac
kicked
a
pile
of
the
paper
together
and
forced
it
against
the
wall
.
"
Get
yourself
some
,
"
he
shouted
.
"
It
makes
a
nice
cushion
.
"
Before
Jim
had
piled
up
his
paper
,
a
new
head
appeared
in
the
doorway
.
A
man
flung
himself
in
and
two
more
followed
him
.
The
first
man
looked
quickly
about
the
car
floor
and
then
stood
over
Mac
.
"
Got
just
about
all
of
it
,
didn
’
t
you
?
"
"
Got
what
?
"
Mac
asked
innocently
.
"
The
paper
.
You
done
a
good
clean
job
.
"
