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CHAPTER XXXII 153<br />
CHAPTER XXXII<br />
<strong>The</strong> Derrick<br />
<strong>The</strong> yellowish individual had kept his word, for it was no simple derrick that he had erected above the open<br />
trench to let the heavy block of granite down into its place. It was not the simple tripod that Ñor Juan had<br />
wanted for suspending a pulley from its top, but was much more, being at once a machine and an ornament, a<br />
grand and imposing ornament. Over eight meters in height rose the confused and complicated scaffolding.<br />
Four thick posts sunk in the ground served as a frame, fastened to each other <strong>by</strong> huge timbers crossing<br />
diagonally and joined <strong>by</strong> large nails driven in only half-way, perhaps for the reason that the apparatus was<br />
simply for temporary use and thus might easily be taken down again. Huge cables stretched from all sides<br />
gave an appearance of solidity and grandeur to the whole. At the top it was crowned with many-colored<br />
banners, streaming pennants, and enormous garlands of flowers and leaves artistically interwoven.<br />
<strong>The</strong>re at the top in the shadow made <strong>by</strong> the posts, the garlands, and the banners, hung fastened with cords and<br />
iron hooks an unusually large three-wheeled pulley over the polished sides of which passed in a crotch three<br />
cables even larger than the others. <strong>The</strong>se held suspended the smooth, massive stone hollowed out in the center<br />
to form with a similar hole in the lower stone, already in place, the little space intended to contain the records<br />
of contemporaneous history, such as newspapers, manuscripts, money, medals, and the like, and perhaps to<br />
transmit them to very remote generations. <strong>The</strong> cables extended downward and connected with another equally<br />
large pulley at the bottom of the apparatus, whence they passed to the drum of a windlass held in place <strong>by</strong><br />
means of heavy timbers. This windlass, which could be turned with two cranks, increased the strength of a<br />
man a hundredfold <strong>by</strong> the movement of notched wheels, although it is true that what was gained in force was<br />
lost in velocity.<br />
"Look," said the yellowish individual, turning the crank, "look, Ñor Juan, how with merely my own strength I<br />
can raise and lower the great stone. It's so well arranged that at will I can regulate the rise or fall inch <strong>by</strong> inch,<br />
so that a man in the trench can easily fit the stones together while I manage it from here."<br />
Ñor Juan could not but gaze in admiration at the speaker, who was smiling in his peculiar way. Curious<br />
<strong>by</strong>standers made remarks praising the yellowish individual.<br />
"Who taught you mechanics?" asked Ñor Juan.<br />
"My father, my dead father," was the answer, accompanied <strong>by</strong> his peculiar smile.<br />
"Who taught your father?"<br />
"Don Saturnino, the grandfather of Don Crisostomo."<br />
"I didn't know that Don Saturnino--"<br />
"Oh, he knew a lot of things! He not only beat his laborers well and exposed them out in the sun, but he also<br />
knew how to wake the sleepers and put the waking to sleep. You'll see in time what my father taught me,<br />
you'll see!"<br />
Here the yellowish individual smiled again, but in a strange way.<br />
On a tame covered with a piece of Persian tapestry rested a leaden cylinder containing the objects that were to<br />
be kept in the tomb-like receptacle and a glass case with thick sides, which would hold that mummy of an<br />
epoch and preserve for the future the records of a past.