An Opportunity Declined
A farmer who lives about four miles from Houston noticed a stranger in his front yard one afternoon last week acting in a rather unusual manner. He wore a pair of duck stuffed in his boots, and had a nose the color of Elgin pressed brick. In his hand he held a sharpened stake about two feet long, which he would stick into the ground, and after sighting over it at various objects would pull it up and go through the same performance at another place.
The farmer went out in the yard and what he wanted.
“Wait just a minute,” said the stranger, his eye over the stick at the chicken house. “Now, that’s it to a T. You see, I’m one of de odnance corps of engineers what’s runnin’ de line of the new railroad from Columbus, Ohio, to Houston. See? De other is over de hill wid de transit and de baggage. ’s over a million dollars in de company. See? sent me on ahead to locate a place for a big passenger depot, to cost $27,000. De foundation will right by your chicken house. Say, I gives you a pointer. You charge ’em high for land. ’ll stand fifty thousand. ’Cause why? ’Cause dey’s got de money and dey’s got to build de depot right where I says. See? I’ve got to go on into Houston to record a for a right of way, and I never thought to get fifty cents from de . He’s a little man with light pants. You might let me have de fifty cents and when de boys comes along in de mornin’ tell ’em what you did, and any one of ’em’ hand you a dollar. You might ask ’em fifty-five thousand, if you—”
“You throw that stick over the fence, and get the axe and cut up exactly half a cord of that wood, stove length, and I’ll give you a quarter and your ,” said the farmer. “Does the proposition strike you favorably?”
“And are you goin’ to t’row away de opportunity of havin’ dat depot built right here, and sellin’ out—”
“Yes, I need the ground for my chicken coop.”
“You refuse to take $50,000 for de ground, den?”
“I do. Are you going to chop that wood, or shall I whistle for Tige?”
“Gimme dat axe, mister, and show me dat wood, and tell de missus to bake an extra pan of biscuits for supper. When dat Columbus and Houston grand trunk railway runs up against your front fence you’ll be sorry you didn’t take up dat offer. And tell her to fill up the molasses pitcher, too, and not to mind about putting the dish of cooking butter on de table. See?”