But his fit of despair soon came to an end.
One Sunday he went back to the two farms where he had tuned the pianos,
and asked for a recommendation from each. When he came back he showed me
the papers, and said:
"They'll do to keep going with for a bit."
"Then you're not going to hang yourself, after all?"
"You've better cause to go that way, if you ask me," said Falkenberg.
But I, too, was less despairing now. When the Captain heard about my
machine idea, he wanted to know more about it at once. He saw at the first
glance that my drawings were far from perfect, being made on small pieces
of paper, and without so much as a pair of dividers to work with. He lent
me a set of drawing instruments, and gave me some useful hints about how
such things were done. He, too, was afraid my saw would prove too
cumbersome. "But keep on with it, anyway," he said. "Get the whole thing
drawn to a definite scale, then we can see."
I realized, however, that a decently constructed model of the thing would
give a better idea of it, and as soon as I was through with the drawings I
set to work carving a model in wood.
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