THORNTON 



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will let them loiter until the chugging drills have 

 made the dynamite holes and the charge is in, 

 and then rush them off to a point of safety to 

 watch the firing of the blast. 



My dream-morning makes me long to be left 

 alone where the quiet woods overlook the swing- 

 ing curves of the creek in the green meadow 

 pasture, and I beg Mother to take her big little 

 girl and to go and leave me. They wander off 

 into the country, past the farmlands where bare- 



