Early to Bed

By gum, have you never heard of Arizona Cecil? Come up from the desert to dig that there canal. Never a finer digger there was. Could shoulder enough dirt to drown fifteen men. And that were before the lunch break, mind you.

“Funny son of a fish,” many of the men digging the canal used to say. Whether that was a play on words or a prediction is coloured by the time between.

But years after he’d drowned in the surge that took so many, the men working’d swear one bastard fish would come up and deliberatly knock ’em over.

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