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A  RACB  FOR  LIFE.
                         I )    And  the sunbeams  smote  like  javelins  through  the pine boughs
                           ”)R O A D   over the grisly canon  the  noontide  hot  and  red,

                                     overhead,
                        Ann  all  the vailey  faraway
                         A-quiver  and  scorching  breathless  lay.


                        Twining  out  from  the  unsunned  forests,  a  serpent huge  find strong,
                        'f’he  railway  rough  and  unballasted  in  the half-shade  stretched along,
                         Creeping  on  a.-;  if  led  of  conscious  wiles
                        To the  unbridged  canoivs  dark  defiles.

                        A   rude,  rough.  station  under  the  trees  with  groups  of  unkempt  men;
                        Ai id  with thro os  of  pent-up  power,  which  chafed  for vent again,
                        Two  powcrM  engines,  burnished  bright,
                        Stood  panting  in the  sultry  Jig lit.

                        R ex  Pread  with  a  .startled  gesture  hashed  round  in  tlie  station-door
                        For  he  heard  111 rough  the  talk  and  laughter  the jar and  gathering  roar
                        Of  moving wheels;  and  hark  !  that  shout—-
                        “ Tam  Ainsworth's  engine is  lighting  ou t!"

                        With  a  blaze  as  of  summer  lightning  Rex  saw— and  his  heart  stood
                                still—
                        That  long  down  grade io  tb’  can0:1,  the  11 wild  engine”  rushing  at  will
                        The trestle  spanning  the  gorge  bc'ow
                        And  Ciie  workmen  swarming  to  and  fro.

                        With  a  hap  like  a  startled  panther, through the Loafers  dazed  and pale.
                        Me  was  facing  li:n,  his  fireman, with  hand  on  the tenders  rail:
                        "N ow   fire  her,  Jim !  we  must stop  her.  man ;
                        Give  her  all  she'll  bear!   Yes,  sir,  we  can !

                        The throttle  valve's  wide  open,  the  road  is  clear  before;
                        Jim  flung,  with  the  strength  of  -a demon,  pine knots  through  the blaz­
                                ing door;
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