What the Engines said. Why, I reckon, it's confessed, That I've done my level best." Said the Engine from the EAST, Let these folks with champagne stuffing, "Listen! Where Atlantic beats. Paint the woods with wampum dyes,--- Seeing all he looked upon, Blessing all that he has blest, Nursing in my iron breast All his vivifying heat, All his clouds about my crest, 25 And before my flying feet Every shadow must retreat." Said the Western Engine, "Phew!" And a long, low whistle blew. (( Come now, really that's the oddest Talk for one so very modest. You brag of your East! You do? Why, I bring the East to you! All the Orient, all Cathay, Find through me the shortest way; And the sun you follow here Rises in my hemisphere. Really, if one must be rude,— Length, my friend ain't longitude." Said the Union, "Don't reflect, or What the Engines said. How two Engines-in their vision- That is what the Engines said, Spoken slightly through the nose, 27 "THE RETURN OF BELISARIUS." MUD FLAT, 1869. So you're back from your travels, old fellow, The boys! They're all right,-Oh! Dick Ashley, He was lost on the Summit, last winter, You knew that he's got the consumption? You didn't! Well, come, that's a go: "The Return of Belisarius." I certainly wrote you at Baden,Dear me ! that was six months ago I got all your outlandish letters, That sketch of a famous château. So you thought of the rusty old cabin, Of stores on the site of the cabin That you lived in a twelvemonth ago. But it's jolly to see you, old fellow,— 29 |