n badly wounded. A second volley rained upon the
rearmost cars, but did little damage. The enemy had been completely
outwitted. They had mistaken the train for a pilot engine, which they
had planned to let pass; after which they were to turn a switch, ditch,
and capture the train.

There was great rejoicing in the hungry army at the front that dawn,
when the long train laden with soldiers and sandwiches arrived. The
colonel was complimented by the corps commander, but he was too big and
brave to accept promotion for an achievement in which he had had no part
or even faith. He told the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the
truth; and, when it was all over, there was no more "Captain" Jewett.
When he came out of the hospital he had the rank of a major, but was
still "assigned to special duty."

Major Jewett's work became more important as the great struggle went on.
Other lines of railway fell into the hands of the Yankees, and all of
them in that division of the army came under his control. They were good
for him, for they made him a very busy man and kept him from panting for
the firing-line. In conjunction with General D., the famous army
engineer, who has since become a noted railroad-builder, he rebuilt and
re-equipped wrecked railways, bridged wide rivers, and kept a way open
for men and supplies to get to the front.

When at last the little, ragged, but ever-heroic remnant of the
Confederate army surrendered, and the worn and weary soldiers set their
faces to the north again, Major Jewett's name was known throughout the
country.

At the close of the war, in recognition of his ability and great service
to the Union, Major Jewett was made a brevet colonel, by which title he
is known to almost every railway man in America.

* * * * *

Many opportunities came to Colonel Jewett to enter once more the field
in which, since his school days, he had been employed. One by one these
offers were put aside. They were too easy. He had been so long in the
wreck of things that he felt out of place on a prosperous,
well-regulated line. He knew of a little struggling road that ran east
from Galena, Illinois. It was called the Galena and something, for
Galena was at that time the most prosperous and promising town in the
wide, wild West.

He sought and secured service on the Galena line and began anew. The
road was one of the oldest and poorest in the state, and one of the very
first char