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Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>On the hill five miles to eastward, a line of dust, then a small car. As it approached, the driver must have sighted her and increased speed. He came up at thirty-five miles an hour. </p> </div>)
XXII + (<div class="poem"> <p>On the sopping esplanade or from our dingy lodgings we <br /> Stare out dully at the rain which falls for miles into the sea. </p> </div>)
Get there if you can and see the land you were once proud to own + (<div class="poem"> <p>On the sopping esplanade or from our dingy lodgings we <br /> Stare out dully at the rain which falls for miles into the sea. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>Once, skittering along by dark, he realized that the halted car which he had just passed was the Gomez. He thought he heard a shout behind him, but in a panic he kept going. </p> </div>)
Quatrains + (<div class="poem"> <p>One said: Thy life is thine to make or mar,<br /> To flicker feebly, or to soar, a star;<br /> It lies with thee—the choice is thine, is thine,<br /> To hit the ties or drive thy auto-car. </p> </div>)
Indignation and Jubilation + (<div class="poem"> <p>One second more and he’d done ninety,<br /> The cops they worked it almost nightly.<br /> No show our friend would ever get<br /> When face to face the judge he met. </p> </div>)
Clean Curtains + (<div class="poem"> <p>One way was an oyster pail factory, one way they made candy, one way paper boxes, strawboard cartons. </p> </div>)
Westward Hoboes + (<div class="poem"> <p>Only one incident marred our satisfaction with the morning's work; we discovered, on saying farewell to Reggi, that we had been calling him by his first name! </p> </div>)
Days of Opportunity + (<div class="poem"> <p>Opportunities once flew thick and fast,<br /> In years far in the distant past,<br /> You'll know they are here today, instead,<br /> If you read the lives of men that are dead. </p> </div>)
Brown’s Descent or, the Willy-Nilly Slide + (<div class="poem"> <p>Or even thought of standing there<br /> Until the January thaw<br /> Should take the polish off the crust.<br /> He bowed with grace to natural law, </p> </div>)
Get there if you can and see the land you were once proud to own + (<div class="poem"> <p>Or, in friendly fireside circle, sit and listen for the crash <br /> Meaning that the mob has realized something’s up, and start to smash; </p> </div>)
XXII + (<div class="poem"> <p>Or, in friendly fireside circle, sit and listen for the crash <br /> Meaning that the mob has realized something’s up, and start to smash; </p> </div>)
Indignation and Jubilation + (<div class="poem"> <p>Our friend, to us he did confide<br /> That motor cops would have to ride.<br /> No more hiding by the road,<br /> No more chance our friend to goad. </p> </div>)
Our Support + (<div class="poem"> <p>Our labor should always be well directed,<br /> No slighting for cause to be rejected.<br /> Genius may all great works begin,<br /> Labor’s the thing that makes them win. </p> </div>)
The Bridge: VII The Tunnel + (<div class="poem"> <p>Our tongues recant like beaten weather vanes.<br /> This answer lives like verdigris, like hair<br /> Beyond extinction, surcease of the bone;<br /> And repetition freezes—“What </p> </div>)
In a Breath + (<div class="poem"> <p>Outside in the street is the murmur and singing of life in the sun—horses, motors, women trapsing along in flimsy clothes, play of sun-fire in their blood. </p> </div>)
Soldiers' Pay + (<div class="poem"> <p>Outside was the noise and smoke of the station. They saw through the windows hurrying people and porters, and Yaphank moving down the aisle answered: </p> </div>)
Westward Hoboes + (<div class="poem"> <p>Outside, Toby looked at me in scorn. </p> </div>)
The Motor Road + (<div class="poem"> <p>Over the downs where feed the scattered sheep,<br /> Across the barren uplands, sere and brown,<br /> Through woodlands where the western shades lie deep,<br /> And so at last we turn again toward town. </p> </div>)
Spring in California + (<div class="poem"> <p>O’er the ribboned line of the Great Highway,<br /> Where the wildflower carpet's laid,<br /> Where the poppy opens her golden cup<br /> As a symbol of Spring arrayed. </p> </div>)
Coast to Coast in a Brush Runabout + (<div class="poem"> <p>PERFECTLY ACCEPTABLE. COMPLIMENTS TO PLUCKY MRS. TRINKLE. </p> </div>)
Coast to Coast in a Brush Runabout + (<div class="poem"> <p>PIKE'S PEAK CLIMB POSSIBLE FOR WE ARE AT THE SUMMIT. </p> </div>)

Coast to Coast in a Brush Runabout + (<div class="poem"> <p>PIKES PEAK OR BUST . . . IN A BRUSH </p> </div>)
Coast to Coast in a Brush Runabout + (<div class="poem"> <p>PIKES PEAK OR BUST . . . IN A BRUSH </p> </div>)

The Motor Boys Across the Plains; Or, the Hermit of Lost Lake (Book 4) + (<div class="poem"> <p>[Illustration: THE INDIAN SEEMED TO KNOW HOW TO OPERATE IT.] </p> </div>)
The Motor Boys Across the Plains; Or, the Hermit of Lost Lake (Book 4) + (<div class="poem"> <p>[Illustration: THE NEXT INSTANT THE BOY HAD MADE A FLYING LEAP INTO THE CAR.] </p> </div>)
Automobiling in the West + (<div class="poem"> <p>Passed the night comfortably, and when the road was taken next morning (May 29) at 6 o'clock, the sun was shining and Mr. Gates predicted no rain for the day. </p> </div>)
XXII + (<div class="poem"> <p>Perfect pater. Marvellous mater. Knock the critic down who dares — <br /> Very well, believe it, copy; till your hair is white as theirs. </p> </div>)
Get there if you can and see the land you were once proud to own + (<div class="poem"> <p>Perfect pater. Marvellous mater. Knock the critic down who dares — <br /> Very well, believe it, copy; till your hair is white as theirs. </p> </div>)
The Old Homestead + (<div class="poem"> <p>Pictures of those long passed away,<br /> Hung on the walls and watched our play,<br /> They shared with us in all our glee,<br /> Where the old homestead used to be. </p> </div>)
Get there if you can and see the land you were once proud to own + (<div class="poem"> <p>Power-stations locked, deserted, since they drew the boiler fires; <br /> Pylons fallen or subsiding, trailing dead high-tension wires; </p> </div>)
XXII + (<div class="poem"> <p>Power-stations locked, deserted, since they drew the boiler fires; <br /> Pylons fallen or subsiding, trailing dead high-tension wires; </p> </div>)
Soldiers' Pay + (<div class="poem"> <p>Private Gilligan turned to his companion. ‘Well! What do you know about that? Ain’t that one hell of a way to treat soldiers? I tell you, General, this is the worst run war I ever seen.’ </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>Quietly, seriously, Claire said, "No, that wasn't accidental. If you touch me again, I'll stop the car and ask you to walk." </p> </div>)
Days of Opportunity + (<div class="poem"> <p>Read Abraham Lincoln, American,<br /> Enshrined in the heart of every man.<br /> He was born honest in humble obscurity,<br /> He made for himself his opportunity. </p> </div>)
Days of Opportunity + (<div class="poem"> <p>Read Horace Greeley, in poverty born,<br /> His name does history's page adorn,<br /> Benjamin Franklin's life and deeds,<br /> Give inspiration for youthful needs. </p> </div>)
The Motor Road + (<div class="poem"> <p>Roaring up hills and winding through ravines,<br /> Gliding past meadows where the grass grows lush,<br /> How else can one grasp half so many scenes?<br /> So let us dawdle though we well might rush. </p> </div>)
XXII + (<div class="poem"> <p>Run the whole night through in gumboots, stumble on and gasp for breath, <br /> Terrors drawing close and closer, winter landscape, fox’s death; </p> </div>)
Get there if you can and see the land you were once proud to own + (<div class="poem"> <p>Run the whole night through in gumboots, stumble on and gasp for breath, <br /> Terrors drawing close and closer, winter landscape, fox’s death; </p> </div>)
Soldiers' Pay + (<div class="poem"> <p>SOLDIER </p> </div>)
Coast to Coast in a Brush Runabout + (<div class="poem"> <p>SUNNY CALIFORNIA-THE END IN THE WEST </p> </div>)
The Man Who Tramps: A Story of To-Day + (<div class="poem"> <p>Sandy turned pale, and grasped the back of his <br /> chair, as if he would crush the wood with his hercu- <br /> lean hand, and the Frenchman set his teeth together <br /> with a vicious snap. </p> </div>)
The Man Who Tramps: A Story of To-Day + (<div class="poem"> <p>Sandy turned pale, and grasped the back of his <br /> chair, as if he would crush the wood with his hercu- <br /> lean hand, and the Frenchman set his teeth together <br /> with a vicious snap. </p> </div>)
The Man Who Tramps: A Story of To-Day + (<div class="poem"> <p>Scene, a farm house a few miles from the town <br /> of Ayre, in Indiana. Time, the evening of July 18, <br /> 1876. </p> </div>)
Soldiers' Pay + (<div class="poem"> <p>Schluss again took him in his arms. </p> </div>)
Soldiers' Pay + (<div class="poem"> <p>Schluss gulped and passed the bottle. His companion drank also and sweat beaded them. </p> </div>)
Soldiers' Pay + (<div class="poem"> <p>Schluss in ready tears tried to put his arm about Yaphank’s shoulders. ‘There, there, death ain’t only a parting. Brace up; take a little drink, then you’ll feel better.’ </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>She also remembered how jolly and agreeably heroic the accounts of their mishaps had sounded—a week after they were over. </p> </div>)