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22 The young fellow drives the express-wagon .... I love him though I do not know him; The half-breed straps on his light boots to compete in the race, The western turkey-shooting draws old and young .... some lean on their rifles, some sit on logs, Out from the crowd steps the marksman and takes his position and levels his piece; The groups of newly-come immigrants cover the wharf or levee, The woollypates hoe in the sugarfield, the overseer views them from his saddle; The bugle calls in the ballroom, the gentlemen run for their partners, the dancers bow to each other; The youth lies awake in the cedar-roofed garret and harks to the musical rain, The Wolverine sets traps on the creek that helps fill the Huron, The reformer ascends the platform, he spouts with his mouth and nose, The company returns from its excursion, the darkey brings up the rear and bears the well-riddled target, The squaw wrapt in her yellow-hemmed cloth is offering moccasins and beadbags for sale, The connoisseur peers along the exhibition-gallery with halfshut eyes bent sideways, The deckhands make fast the steamboat, the plank is thrown for the shoregoing passengers, The young sister holds out the skein, the elder sister winds it off in a ball and stops now and then for the knots, The one-year wife is recovering and happy, a week ago she bore her first child, The cleanhaired Yankee girl works with her sewing-machine or in the factory or mill, The nine months’ gone is in the parturition chamber, her faintness and pains are advancing; The pavingman leans on his twohanded rammer – the reporter’s lead flies swiftly over the notebook – the signpainter is lettering with red and gold, The canal-boy trots on the towpath – the bookkeeper counts at his desk – the shoemaker waxes his thread, The conductor beats time for the band and all the performers follow him, The child is baptised – the convert is making the first professions, The regatta is spread on the bay .... how the white sails sparkle! The drover watches his drove, he sings out to them that would stray, The pedlar sweats with his pack on his back – the purchaser higgles about the odd cent, The camera and plate are prepared, the lady must sit for her daguerreotype, The bride unrumples her white dress, the minutehand of the clock moves slowly, The opium eater reclines with rigid head and just-opened lips, The prostitute draggles her shawl, her bonnet bobs on her tipsy and pimpled neck, The crowd laugh at her blackguard oaths, the men jeer and wink to each other, (Miserable! I do not laugh at your oaths nor jeer you,) The President holds a cabinet council, he is surrounded by the great secretaries,