And just look at that river--noblest stream that meanders over the thirsty earth! -- calmest, gentlest artery that refreshes her weary bosom! Railroad goes all over it and all through it--wades right along on stilts.
Seventeen bridges in three miles and a half--forty-nine bridges from Hark-from-the-Tomb to Stone's Landing altogether--forty nine bridges, and culverts enough to culvert creation itself! Hadn't skeins of thread enough to represent them all--but you get an idea--perfect trestle-work of bridges for seventy two miles: Jeff Thompson and I fixed all that, you know; he's to get the contracts and I'm to put them through on the divide.

Just oceans of money in those bridges.

It's the only part of the railroad I'm interested in,--down along the line--and it's all I want, too.

It's enough, I should judge.

Now here we are at Napoleon.
Good enough country plenty good enough--all it wants is population.
That's all right--that will come.