Mr. Cabot served as pacemaker at the iron works of East Berlin, Connecticut. He was petty boss in the boiler depart ment, and threw white-hot rivets ten hours a day. His pointed skull had the bleak quality of a carbuncle. His stumpy legs were bowed like the gams of a Yorkshire groom and he danced strangely as he worked, after the manner Of a badly hanged thief.
He was accounted a pinchpenny screw, his soul a black plague of avarice. He operated on a piece-work basis; the more rivets, the fatter his pay envelope. His hard-pressed crew labored on the flat-rate schedule of a dollar and a half a day each, irrespective Of the number of bolts banged through the boiler plates. It was the opinion and belief of his underlings that Mr. Cabot was so morbidly intent on amassing wealth that he had schooled himself assiduously to abstain from Visiting the foundry latrine - so as not to miss out on an extra rivet or two. Nor did it please him when his aides knocked off work because of washroom inter ludes. He put handfuls Of raw oatmeal in the drinking buck ets each morning.
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Mr. Cabot served as pacemaker at the iron works of East Berlin, Connecticut. He was petty boss in the boiler depart ment, and threw white-hot rivets ten hours a day. His pointed skull had the bleak quality of a carbuncle. His stumpy legs were bowed like the gams of a Yorkshire groom and he danced strangely as he worked, after the manner Of a badly hanged thief.
He was accounted a pinchpenny screw, his soul a black plague of avarice. He operated on a piece-work basis; the more rivets, the fatter his pay envelope. His hard-pressed crew labored on the flat-rate schedule of a dollar and a half a day each, irrespective Of the number of bolts banged through the boiler plates. It was the opinion and belief of his underlings that Mr. Cabot was so morbidly intent on amassing wealth that he had schooled himself assiduously to abstain from Visiting the foundry latrine - so as not to miss out on an extra rivet or two. Nor did it please him when his aides knocked off work because of washroom inter ludes. He put handfuls Of raw oatmeal in the drinking buck ets each morning.
About the Publisher
Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com
This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.