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'■ Great  God!   Down  brakes !   Quick f   Reverse! "
                                  And  Bill  was  out  on  the iron horse,
                                  Treading his  thrills o'er the roaring  hrc?
                                 With  his nerves  strung tense ad  electric  wires.


                                 Alas I  the  engine 5 speed  is too  great;
                                 The baby  dream?.  111  tlie  path  of fate!
                                  Yet Bill  knows  the force and just the brace
                                  To  lift  a pound in  such  a  ease :
                                  With a  rushing train  and  the child asleep,
                                  'Tis  a  giant’s power his place must  keep,


                                  Still  reaching forth with  an  iron  grasp,
                                  He  docs  with  his  might  this  God-like task ;
                                  Rears  the  startled  child  on  high—-
                                  So  happy  to  hear  its frightened  cry—
                                  Then  crushing it to  his  manly breast,
                                               O               -r      '
                                  Kisses its  cheeks with  a  lover’s zest.


                                 "More brakes'1’  calls  Util,  for the mother’s  seen,
                                  And the crutches  and  form  of Jemraie  between
                                  His  wife  and  the  train   that's  crushed  the life
                                  From  his  cluid  he  thinks— L‘ I'll  die with  my  wife!”
                                  Bui  the train  now slackens  and stops apace.—
                                  Hard  by  a pallid  upturned  face.


                                "Saved!"  cries  Bill,  from  the  engine's front;
                                "Saved!"  echoes Jeunnie.  Ins  crutches  shunt;
                                “ Saved?”  shouted  tin.:  passengers,  '‘Saved  from  death
                                “ Saved?"  emeries  Mary,  with  conscious breath.
                                  Then  helped  to  her  feet— ■'God  bless you  sir!"
                                  Ar.r.l  Bill's  grimy  hand  wipes  back  a  tear,

                                "AM  'board!1’  “ Sphee-ee  chee— sphee-ee-choof!''
                                  And  the iron  horse  moves  tiis  steel-rimmed  hoof;
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