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The Story of the Atlantic Telegraph
·
Henry M. Field
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And
here
is
Mr.
Glass,
the
managing
director
of
the
Telegraph
Construction
and
Maintenance
Company,
which
has
undertaken
by
contract
to
manufacture
this
cable
and
lay
it
safely
across
the
ocean;
and
Mr.
Gooch,
chairman
of
the
company
that
owns
the
Great
Eastern--two
gentlemen
to
whom
the
Atlantic
Telegraph
is
under
the
greatest
obligation,
since
it
was
they
who,
six
months
before,
when
the
project
seemed
in
danger
of
being
given
up
or
postponed
for
years,
took
Mr.
Field
by
the
hand,
and
cheered
him
on
to
a
last
effort.
Blessings
on
their
hearts
of
oak!
Mr.
Gooch
accompanies
the
ship,
while
Mr.
Glass,
keeping
Mr.
Varley
at
his
side
as
electrician,
remains
on
shore,
to
receive
reports
of
the
daily
progress
of
the
expedition,
and
to
issue
his
orders.
What
a
post
of
observation
was
that
telegraph
house
on
the
cliffs
of
Valentia!
It
commanded
a
far
broader
horizon
than
the
top
of
Fiesole,
from
which
Galileo
looked
down
on
the
valley
of
the
Arno,
and
up
at
the
stars.
Was
there
ever
a
naval
commander
favored
with
a
power
of
vision
that
could
sweep
the
boundless
sea?
What
would
Nelson
have
said,
if
he
had
had
a
spy-glass
with
which
he
could
watch
ships
in
action
two
thousand
miles
away,
and
issue
his
orders
to
a
fleet
on
the
other
side
of
the
ocean?
With
such
a
long
range,
he
might
almost
have
fought
the
Battle
of
the
Nile
from
his
home
in
England.
Standing
on
such
a
spot,
and
surrounded
by
such
men,
representing
the
capital,
the
science,
and
the
skill
of
England,
with
all
those
gallant
ships
in
sight,
one's
heart
might
well
beat
high.
But
there
were
other
reflections
that
saddened
the
hour,
and
caused
some
at
least
to
look
once
more
on
the
rocks
of
Valentia
with
deep
emotion.
Some
of
their
old
companions-in-arms
had
fallen
out
of
the
ranks,
while
the
battle
was
not
yet
won.
Brett,
Mr.
Field's
first
friend
in
England,
was
in
his
grave.
Beyond
the
Atlantic,
Captains
Hudson
and
Berryman
slept
the
sleep
that
knows
no
waking.
They
were
not
forgotten
by
their
survivors,
who
mourned
that
those
who
had
toiled
with
them
in
former
days,
were
not
here
to
share
their
triumph.
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