LING KUAN GORGE
The snow already more than half a foot deep, obliterated the line between earth and sky behind a hazy white curtain. I had been following the faith of the future railway for forty kilometers. Althouhj i could hear the roar of machinery further back in the hills, i had seen neither work sites nor workers.
Entering Lingkuan Gorge, my irritation increased Even in clear weather, in this gorge the sun never shone. it did not matter where you looked up along the twisting course the most you could see of the sky was a patch no bigger than the plam of your hand. Now it was dusk, and the swirling snowflakes and the gale made every step a struggle.
Construction in the Gorge was very busy
Everywhere people were at work. Generators, cement mixers, air compressors shook the ground. hundreds of light bulbs gleamed dim and yellow.
Electric wires, crisscrossing like a giant spider web were scarcely visible but i could see the overhead cables and their pulley cars sliding back and forth loaded with materials. Hungry, cold, i tripped and fell scraping my hands.
Enough , i would find some place under a cliff, out of the wind, and rest a few hours. If i reached the materials depot tomorrow morning by 10 O ' clock , that still would not be too late.
