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Frontier Ballads
Pilot yelled through the speakin' tube,—
"Can you keep the paddles goin' while I make a landin', Jack?" "Blamed hot here, but I'll mind yer signals, Rube;
I ain't got no feelin's," was all Slim hollered back.
Through the roof, down the fire came
While he worked his levers, blisterin' like tar,
Blind and black, stickin' to the game
Till she'd made her landin', broad against the bar.
Someone then jumped across the side,
Dragged him from the fire and toted him ashore.
Might as well just have let it slide;
Slim was done with engines for good and evermore.
But he spoke, just 'fore he got through,
Lookin' at the people in a .sort o' mild surprise —
"Don't thank me, and don't be sorry, too —
I ain't got no feelin's," said Slim, and closed his eyes. |
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