The first time he had entered the place Bibbs had become
dizzy instantly, and six months of it had only added increasing nausea
to faintness. But he felt neither now. "ALL DAY LONG I'LL SEND MY
THOUGHTS TO YOU. YOU MUST KEEP REMEMBERING THAT YOUR FRIEND STANDS
BESIDE YOU." He saw her there beside him, and the greasy, roaring
place became suffused with radiance. The poet was happy in his
machine-shop; he was still a poet there. And he fed his old
zinc-eater, and sang:
Away--and away!
Hi-YAY!
Crash, bash, crash, bash, CHANG!
Wild are his eyes,
Fiercely he dies!
Hi-YAH!
Crash, bash, bang! Bash, CHANG!
Ready to fling
Our gloves in the ring--
He was unaware of a sensation that passed along the lines of workmen.
Their great master had come among them, and they grinned to see him
standing with Dr. Gurney behind the unconscious Bibbs. Sheridan
nodded to those nearest him--he had personal acquaintance with nearly
all of them--but he kept his attention upon his son. Bibbs worked
steadily, never turning from his machine. Now and then he varied his
musical programme with remarks addressed to the zinc-eater.
Pages:
245
246
247
248
249
250
251
252
253
254
255
256
257
258
259
260
261
262
263
264
265
266
267
268
269