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     Ere that conveyance went by "rail"—

     On either side a mount of granite
     Outfaced indignant star and planet;
     Its thunder-braving head and shoulders,
     And threatening crags, and monstrous boulders,
         Ten times as high as the cliffs at Brighton,
         Uprearing like a "bumptious" Titan,
     Very imposing to beholders.
     Now the red sun went darkly down,
     More gloomy grew the mountains' frown,
     And all around waxed deeper brown,—
     Jack's visage deeper blue;
     Said he, "I guess I'm in a fix,"—
     Using a phrase of Mr. Slick's,—
     "What on earth shall I do?"