The neighbors gather and mutter

The neighbors gather and mutter. "Well ye would think they'd wait a bit." "Eighty years, that isn't enough?" "Way this Town's growing, that South Point'll be across the street and down the Block before the Week's out." "Aye, moving even as we speak, hard to detain as a greas'd Pig,fake uggs." The Sector is borne in a padded Waggon,nike shox torch ii, like some mechanickal Oda?lisque. Children jump, flapping their Arms in unconscious memory of when they had wings, to see inside. "Why not use the south Wall?" inquire several of them, far too 'pert for their sizes and ages. "The south Wall lies within private property," replies the Mayor's Assistant, "- - so, as the southernmost Publick Surface, the Parties have agreed upon this north Wall here, facing the Street."
Mr. Benjamin Loxley and his Crew have been busily erecting an Observatory in a vacant Piece, nearby, mid the mix'd rhythms of Ham?mers, each Framer at his own slightly different Tempo, and blurted phrases of songs. "Done many of these, Ben?”
"First one,— but don't tell anybody. Pretty straightforward, regular Joists and Scantlings, nothing too exotick, beyond this Cone Roof, trying to accommodate the tall one, spacing the Collar-beams so he won't thump his Head when he stands up,— tho' they'll be spending most of their time either sitting, or 'pon their Backs,—
"Hmm."
"Oh now, Clovis, your Bride is safe,— 'tis the only way for them to look straight up at the Stars that pass high overhead, these being the Best for the Latitude, as they say."
"Aye? and that great Telescope Tube thing ever pointing straight up? Heh, heh. Why's it got to be that big?"
"Don't break your rhythm, Hobab, I was quite enjoying it. The Gents wish to measure this quite closely,— find and keep the Latitude of their Line, to fractions of a second of Arc,— the Tube being the Radius of the Limb, see, a longer Tube will swing you a bigger Arc, longer Limb, longer Divisions, more room between the Markings, easier reading, nicer reading."
Mr. Chew appears to be making a Speech. "Shall we stop hammering till he's done?" Hobab inquires.
"Other Questions arise," Mr. Loxley gazing into the Distance. "Your notion of Futurity. Shall we continue to need Contracts with these peo?ple? How soon do you expect our Savior's Return may render them void? Considerations like that."
"I say whenever you can,moncler jackets men, give 'm all a Twenty-one-Hammer Salute," growls Clovis.
"I say take their Money, we don't have to love 'm," says Hobab.
"Or even marry 'm," adds young Elijah, the Swamper.
"Here are the Astronomers," Mr. Loxley notes, "perhaps you'd like to share some of your Analysis with them,— God grant ye clear Skies, Gentlemen," shouting over the newly percussive Activity of his Crew.
Dixon, removing his hat, tries out the Door-way, goes in, and lies supine upon the fresh-sawn Planking. Looking up, he sees Clovis, spread still as a Spider among the radial Rafters, watching him.
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"Oh, Mr. Bird calculated the whole thing, years ago, over in England.