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+<h1>In the Caboose.</h1>
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+"Train delayed? and what's to say?"
+"Blocked by last night's snow they say."
+Seven hours or so to wait;
+Well, that's pleasant! but there's the freight.
+Depot loafing no one fancies,
+We'll try the caboose and take our chances.
+
+Cool this morning in Watertown,
+Somewhat frosty___mercury down;
+Enter caboose___roaring fire,
+With never an air-hole; heat so dire
+That we shrivel and pant; we are roasted through-
+Outside, thermometer thirty-two.
+
+We start with a jerk and suddenly stop.
+"What's broke?" says one; another "What's up?",
+"Oh, nothing," they answer, "That's our way:
+You must stand the jerking, sorry to say."
+We "stand it" with oft this painful thought:
+Are our heads on yet, or are they not?
+
+Comrades in misery___let me see;
+Girl like a statue opposite me;
+Back and forth the others jostle___
+She never winks, nor moves a muscle;
+See her, as she sits there now;
+She's "well balanced," anyhow.
+
+Woman in trouble, tearful eyes,
+Sits by the window, softly cries,
+Pity___for griefs we may not know,
+For breasts that ache, for tears that flow,
+Though we know not why. Her eyelids red
+Tell a sorrowful tale___some hope is dead.
+
+Man who follows the Golden Rule,
+And lends his papers___a pocket full,
+Has a blank book___once in a minute
+Has an idea, and writes it in it.
+Guess him? Yes, of course I can,
+He's a___well___a newspaper man.
+
+Blue-eyed fairy, wrapped in fur;
+Sweet young mother tending her.
+Fairy thinks it's "awful far,"
+Wants to get off this "naughty car."
+So do we, young golden-hair;
+All this crowd are with you there!
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+<p><a href="http://skyways.lib.ks.us/poetry/walls/caboose.html">-- Ellen P. Allerton.</a></p>
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