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           "HeadslikegiantNegroes’fists,bodieslikelocomotives!Twenty,fifty,twohundredthousandironmissilesshotoutofthewest,goneoffthetrackandflailingcinders,theireyeslikeblazingcoals,rumblingtowardoblivion!

           "Isawthatthedustroseupandforalittlewhileshowedmethatseaofhumps,ofdollopingmanes,blackshaggywavesrising,falling...‘Shoot!’saysPawneeBill.‘Shoot!’AndIcockandaim.‘Shoot’hesays.AndIstandtherefeelinglikeGod’srighthand,lookingatthegreatvisionofstrengthandviolencegoingby,goingby,midnightatnoon,likeaglintyfuneraltrainallblackandlongandsadandforeverandyoudon’tfireatafuneraltrain,nowdoyou,boys?doyou?AllIwantedthenwasforthedusttosinkagainandcovertheblackshapesofdoomwhichpummeledandjostledoningreatburdensomecommotions.And,boys,thedustcamedown.Thecloudhidthemillionfeetthatweredrummingupthethunderanddustingoutthestorm.IheardPawneeBillcurseandhitmyarm.ButIwasgladIhadn’ttouchedthatcloudorthepowerwithinthatcloudwithsomuchasapelletoflead.Ijustwantedtostandwatchingtimebundlebyingreattrundlingsallhidbythestormthebisonmadeandcarriedwiththemtowardeternity.

           "Anhour,threehours,six,ittookforthestormtopassonawayoverthehorizontowardlesskindmenthanme.PawneeBillwasgone,Istoodalone,stonedeaf.Iwalkedallnumbthroughatownahundredmilessouthandheardnotthevoicesofmenandwassatisfiednottohear.