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The Gila Monster Route |
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From away off somewhere in the dark
Came the sharp, short notes of a coyote's bark.
The bo looked round and quickly rose
And shook the dust from his threadbare clothes.
Off in the west through the moonlit night
He saw the gleam of a big head-light — An east-bound stock train hummed the rail; She was due at the switch to clear the mail. As she drew up close, the head-end shack
Threw the switch to the passenger track, The stock rolled in and off the main, And the line was clear for the west-bound train. When she hove in sight far up the track,
She was workin' steam, with her brake shoes slack,
She hollered once at the whistle post,
Then she flitted by like a frightened ghost.
He could hear the roar of the big six-wheel,
And her driver's pound on the polished steel, And the screech of her flanges,<on the rail As she beat it west o'er the desert trail. The John got busy and took the risk, He climbed aboard and began to frisk, He reached up high and began to feel For the end-door pin — then he cracked the seal. 170 |
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