Added: Jan 26 2016
For fifteen years there was silence. The giant steam shovels had rested their huge jaws on the weed-choked earth. Picks had lost their pointed glitter. Abandoned, the shovels wasted their usefulness, with the wood of their handles feeding the hungry earth. For fifteen years, failure marked the grave of hope, that was the Panama Canal, and the little mosquito, which had brought yellow fever to the men working on the construction...