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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539632" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Saving a Train</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas in the year of 1869, and on the 19th of November,<br>Which the people in Southern Germany will long remember,<br>The great rain-storm which for twenty hours did pour down,<br>That the rivers were overflowed and petty streams all around. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The rain fell in such torrents as had never been seen before,<br>That it seemed like a second deluge, the mighty torrents' roar,<br>At nine o'clock at night the storm did rage and moan<br>When Carl Springel set out on his crutches all alone -- </div><div style="margin:10px 0">From the handsome little hut in which he dwelt,<br>With some food to his father, for whom he greatly felt,<br>Who was watching at the railway bridge,<br>Which was built upon a perpendicular rocky ridge. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The bridge was composed of iron and wooden blocks,<br>And crossed o'er the Devil's Gulch, an immense cleft of rocks,<br>Two hundred feet wide and one hundred and fifty feet deep,<br>And enough to make one's flesh to creep. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Far beneath the bridge a mountain-stream did boil and rumble,<br>And on that night did madly toss and tumble;<br>Oh! it must have been an awful sight<br>To see the great cataract falling from such a height. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was the duty of Carl's father to watch the bridge on stormy nights,<br>And warn the on-coming trains of danger with the red lights;<br>So, on this stormy night, the boy Carl hobbled along<br>Slowly and fearlessly upon his crutches, because he wasn't strong. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He struggled on manfully with all his might<br>Through the fearful darkness of the night,<br>And half-blinded by the heavy rain,<br>But still resolved the bridge to gain. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when within one hundred yards of the bridge, it gave way with an awful crash,<br>And fell into the roaring flood below, and made a fearful splash,<br>Which rose high above the din of the storm,<br>The like brave Carl never heard since he was born. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then; 'Father! father!' cried Carl in his loudest tone,<br>'Father! father!' he shouted again in very pitiful moans;<br>But no answering voice did reply,<br>Which caused him to heave a deep-fetched sigh. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now to brave Carl the truth was clear<br>That he had lost his father dear,<br>And he cried, 'My poor father's lost, and cannot be found,<br>He's gone down with the bridge, and has been drowned.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But he resolves to save the on-coming train,<br>So every nerve and muscle he does strain,<br>And he trudges along dauntlessly on his crutches,<br>And tenaciously to them he clutches. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And just in time he reaches his father's car<br>To save the on-coming train from afar,<br>So he seizes the red light, and swings it round,<br>And cried with all his might, 'The bridge is down! The bridge is down!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So forward his father's car he drives,<br>Determined to save the passengers' lives,<br>Struggling hard with might and main,<br>Hoping his struggle won't prove in vain. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So on comes the iron-horse snorting and rumbling,<br>And the mountain-torrent at the bridge kept roaring and tumbling;<br>While brave Carl keeps shouting, 'The bridge is down! The bridge is down!'<br>He cried with a pitiful wail and sound. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, thank heaven, the engine-driver sees the red light<br>That Carl keeps swinging round his head with all his might;<br>But bang! bang! goes the engine with a terrible crash,<br>And the car is dashed all to smash. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the breaking of the car stops the train,<br>And poor Carl's struggle is not in vain;<br>But, poor soul, he was found stark dead,<br>Crushed and mangled from foot to head! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the passengers were all loud in Carl's praise,<br>And from the cold wet ground they did him raise,<br>And tears for brave Carl fell silently around,<br>Because he had saved two hundred passengers from being drowned. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In a quiet village cemetery he now sleeps among the silent dead,<br>In the south of Germany, with a tombstone at his head,<br>Erected by the passengers he saved in the train,<br>And which to his memory will long remain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Topaz+McGonagall">William Topaz McGonagall</a><div class=q>
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