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They found us, they said, on the gravel,
M y fingers enmeshed in Tier hair.
And she on my boson: a-cliinbbisr
■■ o ■
To nestle securely there.
W cj are not much j^iven to crvin:*—
We men that run on the road —
J-ii.it that night, they said, there were feces,
With tears on them, lifted to God.

For years in the eve and the morning
A s I neared the cabin again.
My hand on the lever pressed downward
And slackened the speed of the train.
When my engine had blown her a greeting.
She always would come to the door ;
And her look with a fullness of heaven
Now blesses me evermore.

JOHNNY BARTHOLOMEW,

T H E journals this mo-nitig are full of a tale
Of a terrible ride through a tun nr: i by rail;
And people are called on to note and admire
How a hundred or more, through the smoke-cloud and fire,
Were borne from all peril to limbs and to lives—
Mothers saved to their children, and husbands to wives,
But of him who performed such n notable deed
Quite little Ihe journalist gives us to road.
In trudi, of this hero so plucky and hold,
There is nothing except, in few syllables told,
HfS name, which is Johnny lW tb o lo n iew ,

Away in Nevada— they don't tell us where.
Nor does it much matter-—a railway is there,