The legends which surround the famous war which we are about to touch upon are as dim as those of Troy or Tuscany.  Decorous chronicles and biographies and monographs and eulogies exist, bound in leather and stamped in gold, each lauding its own hero:  chronicles written in really beautiful language, and high-minded and noble, out of which the heroes come unstained.  Horatius holds the bridge, and not a dent in his armor; and swims the Tiber without getting wet or muddy.  Castor and Pollux fight in the front rank at Lake Regillus, in the midst of all that gore and slaughter, and emerge all white and pure at the end of the day—­but they are gods.

Out of the classic wars to which we have referred sprang the great Roman Republic and Empire, and legend runs into authentic and written history.  Just so, parva componere magnis, out of the cloud-wrapped conflicts of the five railroads of which our own Gaul is composed, emerged one imperial railroad, authentically and legally written down on the statute books, for all men to see.  We cannot go behind that statute except to collect the legends and write homilies about the heroes who held the bridges.

If we were not in mortal terror of the imperial power, and a little fearful, too, of tiring our readers, we would write out all the legends we have collected of this first fight for consolidation, and show the blood, too.

In the statute books of a certain state may be found a number of laws setting forth the various things that a railroad or railroads may do, and on the margin of these pages is invariably printed a date, that being the particular year in which these laws were passed.  By a singular coincidence it is the very year at which we have now arrived in our story.  We do not intend to give a map of the state, or discuss the merits or demerits of the consolidation of the Central and the Northwestern and the Truro railroads.  Such discussions are not the province of a novelist, and may all be found in the files of the Tribune at the State Library.  There were, likewise, decisions without number handed down by the various courts before and after that celebrated session,—­opinions on the validity of leases, on the extension of railroads, on the rights of individual stockholders—­all dry reading enough.

At the risk of being picked to pieces by the corporation lawyers who may read these pages, we shall attempt to state the situation and with all modesty and impartiality—­for we, at least, hold no brief.  When Mr. Isaac D. Worthington obtained that extension of the Truro Railroad (which we have read about from the somewhat verdant point of view of William Wetherell), that railroad then formed a connection with another road which ran northward from Harwich through another state, and with which we have nothing to do.  Having previously purchased a line to the southward from the capital, Mr. Worthington’s railroad was in a position to compete with Mr. Duncan’s (the “Central”)