The Man Without a Country and Other Tales eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 288 pages of information about The Man Without a Country and Other Tales.

The Man Without a Country and Other Tales eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 288 pages of information about The Man Without a Country and Other Tales.
despatch which in one night announced General Taylor’s death to this whole land.  Most of the readers of these lines probably read that despatch in the morning’s paper.  The compositors and editors had read it.  To them it was a despatch to the eye.  But half the operators at the stations heard it ticked out, by the register stroke, and knew it before they wrote it down for the press.  To them it was a despatch to the ear.  My good friend Langenzunge had not that resource.  He had just been promised, by the General himself (under whom he served at Palo Alto), the office of Superintendent of the Rocky Mountain Lines.  He was returning from Washington over the Baltimore and Ohio Railroad, on a freight-train, when he heard of the President’s danger.  Langenzunge loved Old Rough and Ready,—­and he felt badly about his own office, too.  But his extempore train chose to stop at a forsaken shanty-village on the Potomac, for four mortal hours, at midnight.  What does he do, but walk down the line into the darkness, climb a telegraph-post, cut a wire, and applied the two ends to his tongue, to taste, at the fatal moment, the words, “Died at half past ten.”  Poor Langenzunge! he hardly had nerve to solder the wire again.  Cogs told me that they had just fitted up the Naguadavick stations with Bain’s chemical revolving disk.  This disk is charged with a salt of potash, which, when the electric spark passes through it, is changed to Prussian blue.  Your despatch is noiselessly written in dark blue dots and lines.  Just as the disk started on that fatal despatch, and Cogs bent over it to read, his spirit-lamp blew up,—­as the dear things will.  They were beside themselves in the lonely, dark office; but, while the men were fumbling for matches, which would not go, Cogs’s sister, Nydia, a sweet blind girl, who had learned Bain’s alphabet from Dr. Howe at South Boston, bent over the chemical paper, and smelt out the prussiate of potash, as it formed itself in lines and dots to tell the sad story.  Almost anybody used to reading the blind books can read the embossed Morse messages with the finger,—­and so this message was read at all the midnight way-stations where no night-work is expected, and where the companies do not supply fluid or oil.  Within my narrow circle of acquaintance, therefore, there were these simultaneous instances, where the same message was seen, heard, smelled, tasted, and felt.  So universal is the dot-and-line alphabet,—­for Bain’s is on the same principle as Morse’s.

The reader sees, therefore, first, that the dot-and-line alphabet can be employed by any being who has command of any long and short symbols,—­be they long and short notches, such as Robinson Crusoe kept his accounts with, or long and short waves of electricity, such as these which Valentia is sending across to the Newfoundland bay, so prophetically and appropriately named “The Bay of Bulls.”  Also, I hope the reader sees that the alphabet can be understood

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