The "main line" wire was attached to the copper office-wire.

The batteries were charged, the register was arranged with its paper strip, and everything was ready for the transmission of messages across Crooked Creek.
At least, the Board hoped that everything was ready.

It could not be certain until a trial was made.
The trial was made, and everybody in the neighborhood, who could get away from home came to see it made.
Harry was at the instrument on the Akeville side, and Mr.Lyons (the second operator of the company had not been appointed) attended to the other end of the line, taking his seat at the table in Aunt Judy's cabin, where Mr.and Mrs.Loudon, Kate, and as many other persons as the room would hold, were congregated.
As President of the company, Harry claimed the privilege of sending the first message.
Surrounded by the Board, and a houseful of people besides, he took his seat at the instrument, and after looking about him to see if everything was in proper order, he touched the key to "call" the operator at the other end.
But no answer came.

Something was wrong.

Harry tried again, but still no answer.