On the mountain the job was going very well indeed. Lincoln Borglum was performing superbly—doing with skill all that had been expected of him, and more. The men, too, were performing superbly but their mood was different now. On the mountain, as in the nation, there was an underlying restlessness. They could see handwriting on the wall and they needed no Daniel to tell them its meaning. It said the days of the job were numbered and soon layoffs would begin, and the crew would dwindle and then be gone. And this was the sobering thing—a dark knowledge from which grew a mixed crop of emotions
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