Zone Policeman 88; a close range study of the Panama canal and its workers eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 220 pages of information about Zone Policeman 88; a close range study of the Panama canal and its workers.

Zone Policeman 88; a close range study of the Panama canal and its workers eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 220 pages of information about Zone Policeman 88; a close range study of the Panama canal and its workers.

Here dwells hale and ruddy “Old Fritz,” for long years keeper of the fluviograph that measures and gives warning of the rampages of the Chagres.  Fritz will talk to you in almost any tongue you may choose, as he can tell you of adventures in almost any land, all with a captivating accent and in the vocabulary of a man who has lived long among men and nature.  Nor are Fritz’ opinions those gleaned from other men or the printed page.  So we fell to fanning ourselves this January afternoon on the screened and shaded veranda above the Chagres, and “Old Fritz,” lighting his pipe, raised his slippered feet to the screen railing and, tossing away the charred remnant of a match, began:—­

“Vidout var dere iss no brogress.  Ven all der vorld iss at peace, all der vorld goes to shleep.”

Police headquarters looked all but deserted on Friday morning.  There had been “something doing” in Zone criminal annals the night before, and not only “the Captain” but both “the Chief” and the Inspector were “somewhere out along the line.”  I sat down in the arm-chair against the wall.  A half-hour, perhaps, had I read when “Eddie”—­I am not entitled, perhaps, to such familiarity, but the solemn title of “chief clerk” is far too stiff and formal for that soul of good-heartedness striving in vain to hide behind a bluff exterior—­“Eddie,” I say, blew a last cloud of smoke from his lungs to the ceiling, tossed aside the butt of his cigarette, and motioned to me to take the chair beside his desk.

“It’s all off!” said a voice within me.  For the expression on “Eddie’s” face was that of a man with an unpleasant duty to perform, and his opening words were in exactly that tone of voice in which a man begins, “I am sorry, but—­” Had I not often used it myself?

“The Captain,” is how he really did begin, “called me up from Colon last night, and—­”

“Here’s where I get my case nol prossed,” I found myself whispering.  In all probability that sealed document I had sent in the day before announced me as a physical wreck.

“—­and told me,” continued “Eddie” in his sad, regretful tone, “to tell you we will take you on the force as a first-class policeman.  It happens, however, that the department of Civil Administration is about to begin a census of the Zone, and they are looking for any men that can speak Spanish.  If we take you on, therefore, the Captain would assign you to the census department until that work is done—­it will probably take something over a month—­and then you would be returned to regular police duty.  The Chief says he’d rather have you learn the Isthmus on census than on police pay.

“Or,” went on “Eddie,” just as I was about to break in with, “All right, that suits me,”—­“or, if you prefer, the census department will enroll you as a regular enumerator and we’ll take you on the force as soon as that job is over.  The—­er—­pay,” added “Eddie,” reaching for a cigarette but changing his mind, “of enumerators will be five dollars a day, and—­er—­five a day beats eighty a month by more than a nose.”

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