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Old Builders and New 
as it rose he managed to seize a hind leg and 
clung to it. But the tusker reached round 
and plucked him off with its trunk, and 
once more brandished him high in the air, 
swinging him violently about. He fainted 
from pain and dizziness. When he came 
to he was lying on the ground; one of his 
attendants had stabbed the elephant with a 
spear, whereupon the animal had dropped 
the white man, vainly tried to catch its new 
assailant, and had then gone off for some 
three miles and died. Hutchinson was 
frightfully bruised and strained, and it was 
six months before he recovered. 
OLD BUILDERS AND NEW 
By Georgia Wood Pangborn 
Yawning, they said: “What we leave incomplete 
Our children do to-morrow; or, if not, 
Hands will be born a hundred years from now, 
Or other hundreds. Therefore hasten not, 
O Brothers, for the world is very old 
And men are brief as grass. But if one stone 
You place upon another, do it well, 
That the Unborn may know who passed this way 
And built in hope these shrines to Unknown Gods 
Against the time when Unknown shall be Known: 
Or, if not so, at least the temple stands 
To its own Beauty. Wherefore, build it well.” 
II 
“Now hasten, Brothers, for the world decays 
Beneath our fingers; so build swift and high. 
Build to the stars before that other flood 
Can lift its silence to our eager mouths. 
The thing dreamed yesterday, that do to-day-^- 
To-morrow is to-morrow’s. After us 
The deluge—well! But in this solid Now 
Let the dream tower. To-morrow if it falls, 
It falls with broken sunsets and dead dreams 
That shone when Babylon the Great was born.” 
