Verse 6

Ted Judah walked the high Sierra while
The civil war was pleading to be won.
He sold the job to Congress, and a plan
Began with calls for labor and the rules
of industry. Then Chinese workers hailed afar.
In baskets woven by their solid hands,
And hanging over space to plant the fuse,
Then swiftly raised, they dug the sheer cliff road.
In icy caves and tunnels every way,
Through massive peaks they blasted out the stone,
Some inches in a day. They won the race
To Promontory Summit, as they could,
Through finance from Durant, with stolid will,
A golden spike, and Lincoln’s fading sight.