. Switch lights . ed over the changing ground. My heart is fire, kept always brightTo produce the vapor that gives me my might;My muscles are steel of the strongest known;My voice 1 sound in a deaf ning tone. One eye I have, that at night doth shine,Revealing the crookedness of the the treacherous track down which I speed;O such an eye is of worth indeed! Yes, I am a monster of terrible might;My rumbling is heard though Im out of sight;A cloud of dust follows close in my trail,—Im the one-eyed monster that speeds the rail. SWITCH-LIGHTS. 103 Che Hnatiiae Club* All sailors love their s
. Switch lights . ed over the changing ground. My heart is fire, kept always brightTo produce the vapor that gives me my might;My muscles are steel of the strongest known;My voice 1 sound in a deaf ning tone. One eye I have, that at night doth shine,Revealing the crookedness of the the treacherous track down which I speed;O such an eye is of worth indeed! Yes, I am a monster of terrible might;My rumbling is heard though Im out of sight;A cloud of dust follows close in my trail,—Im the one-eyed monster that speeds the rail. SWITCH-LIGHTS. 103 Che Hnatiiae Club* All sailors love their salt sea yarn^ Of ocean, ship and wave—Of every land that now is known- Of every island cave—Of every ship that rocks the deep,Or vigils with the fishes keep Oer many an ocean grave. So, too, the men who sail the far from home oft go— On-speeding day and night the winds should rage and blow— Are those who love to tell some tale Of what has happened on the they went to and They tell their yarns of fearful ghosts were really seen— 104 SWITCH-LIGHTS. When voices queer were often heard Wherever wreck had been—And how they trembled when they sawThat they were rushing towards Deaths jaw, And knew what it might mean. Then ^13s come, and ^Triday runs— Unlucky things are they—The ^^Sunday change they hate to make, For this is Holy come the engines knovv^n for luck,With others that are sure to buck— Of these theres lots to say. That all might have a chance to tellWhat they have seen and heard While sailing oer the steely wayWith wing of swiftest bird— They formed a club of curious kind. Where each could ease and free his mind,Wheneer the spirit stirred. So when you see a railroad man. Just ask him—if you care—About this Ananias Club, And how its members fare—To tell you of these things thats true,Of ghostly places, old or new, And tales that raise the hair. SWITCH-LIGHTS. 105 Ob, Slbcrc Is Vommy Cuckcn Oh,
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