Santa Fe Page #7

Let us drink a toast

to Cyrus K. Holliday...

...and his chief construction engineer,

Mr. Dave Baxter.

Well, Colonel Holliday and I

are not the men who built the railroad.

As for myself,

I'm only one of the men.

But there is a man to whom

we owe a great deal personally.

He isn't here.

I wish he were. I'd like to thank him

and to shake his hand.

He put the welfare of this road

above all else, even above self.

Why, gentlemen, look at you.

What happened?

We've come to say goodbye,

that's what.

We're quitting as soon as we get

this kettle to headquarters.

But where can you get another job?

Oh, we got one already.

I wonder if you'd write down

a telegram for us.

It's to tell them

that we're on the way.

Certainly.

Just say, Leaving Saturday.

Who is it going to?

Oh, construction engineer on the new

railroad they're building up in Nevada.

Name's Canfield.

Britt Canfield.

Never mind the telegram, boys.

I'll deliver it myself.

Hey, where did you say

that is in Nevada?

Where is it?

What the future holds,

no man can know...

...but there'll always be

a new end of track.

Our trains will become

bigger and faster.

For as the railroads grow...

...so will America.

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