Kipling Stories and Poems Every Child Should Know (Volume 3)

Kipling, Rudyard

ISBN 10: 1151694274 / ISBN 13: 9781151694270

Editore: General Books LLC, 2012

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• Titolo: Kipling Stories and Poems Every Child Should Know (Volume 3)
• Editore: General Books LLC
• Data di pubblicazione: 2012
• Lingua: Inglese
• ISBN 10: 1151694274
• ISBN 13: 9781151694270
• Rilegatura: Paperback
• Condizione: New

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Book may have numerous typos, missing text, images, or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1909. Excerpt: ... Ill THE BRIDGE BUILDERS THE least that Findlayson, of the Public Works Department, expected was a C.I.E.; he dreamed of a C.S.I.: indeed his friends told him that he deserved more. For three years he had endured heat and cold, disappointment, discomfort, danger, and disease, with responsibility almost too heavy for one pair of shoulders; and day by day, through that time, the great Kashi Bridge over the Ganges had grown under his charge. Now, in less than three months, if all went well, His Excellency the Viceroy would open the bridge in state, an archbishop would bless it, the first train-load of soldiers would come over it, and there would be speeches. Findlayson, C. E., sat in his trolley on a construction-line that ran along one of the main revetments -- the huge, stone-faced banks that flared away north and south for three miles on either side of the river -- and permitted himself to think of the end. With its approaches, his work was one mile and threequarters in length; a lattice-girder bridge, trussed with the Findlayson truss, standing on seven-andtwenty brick piers. Each one of those piers was twenty-four feet in diameter, capped with red Agra stone and sunk eighty feet below the shifting sand of the Ganges' bed. Above them ran the railway-line fifteen feet broad; above that, again, a cart-road of eighteen feet, flanked with footpaths. At either end rose towers of red brick, loopholed for musketry and pierced for big guns, and the ramp of the road was being pushed forward to their haunches. The raw earth-ends were crawling and alive with hundreds upon hundreds of tiny asses, climbing out of the yawning borrow-pit below with sackfuls of stuff; and the hot afternoon air was filled with the noise of hooves, the rattle of the drivers' sticks, and the swish and roll-down of the...