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Till  naught is  heard  stive  a deafening  jar,
                                   As  the  train  speeds  on  like a  shooting  slar.
                                   With  a  lengthening trail like  a  smoky pall
                                   Whose writhing folds envelop  all.


                                 11 Stoke  up l’F  snouts  Bill*  the  engineer ;
                                 “ We  must rush  this  tirade  and  Che bottom  c!c-ir
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                                   With  a monstrous  bulge, to  pull  up  hill
                                   T ’ other  side— heavy train.’1   “ Ail  right,  B ill! "
                                   And the  coal  went  in  and  the throttle  out.
                                 ’‘Watch  vo’  side the  curvc I’7  from  Bill  with  a  shout.


                                   Ad own  the  grade with  open  throttle
                                   They  svvjfUy glide  as  a  fiyiflg  shuttle—-
                                   Weaving in  streaks  oi'  green  and gray,
                                   The -warp  and  woof’  of  bush  and  day,
                                   Wliiie  steam  and smoke  and  d'.ist behind
                                   Term mottled clouds  in  Lhe tortured  wind.


                                   Through the cut and  into the vale—
                                   Across  the  trestle  that  spans the  swale;
                                   There the  willows  swirl,  and the rank  weeds sv.-iy,
                                   And  the  heron starts  with  a  shriek  away—
                                   Blown from  her  course— a  shrill  refrain.
                                   'Mid the  whirling  gusts  of the  rlysng- trdn.

                                   Beyond  the curve this  side  the hill,
                                   There  runs  a creek—by  the old  saw-mill—
                                   A   covered  bridge  ;md  a  water tank,
                                   With the  '.val.chtaan's  shanty  on  this  bank:
                                   A   quiet  nook,  for the mill  is done.—
                                   With crippled  Jemmie it ceased to  run.


                                   Just  round  the  curve in  the shady wood
                                   Thai  fringes the creek,  his  low  hut  stood
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