and dark and jubilant from the fury swelling in their hearts, the mad fury pounding in their veins, the savage, exultant and unutterable fury working like a madness in the adyts of their soul. And the great wheels smash and pound beneath their feet, the great wheels pound and smash and give a rhyme to madness, a tongue to hunger and desire, a certitude to all the savage, drunken, and exultant fury that keeps mounting, rising, swelling in them all the time!
Click, clack, clackety-clack; click, clack, clackety-clack; click, clack, clackety-clack; clackety-clackety-clack!
Hip, hop, hackety-hack; stip, step, rackety-rack; come and fetch it, come and fetch it, hickety-hickety-hack!
Rock, reel, smash, and swerve; hit it, hit it, on the curve; steady, steady, does the trick, keep her steady as a stick; eat the earth, eat the earth, slam and slug and beat the earth, and let her whir-r, and let her pur-r, at eighty per-r!
—Whew-w!
—Wow!
—God-dam!
—Put’er there, boy!
—Put’er there—whah!—whah-h! you ole long-legged frowsle-headed son-of-a-bitch!
—Whoop-ee! Whah—whah-h! Why, Go-d-d-dam!
—Whee! Vealer rog?
—Wadja say? Gant hearya!
—I say’ja vealer rog? Wow! Pour it to her, son! Give’er the gas! We’re out to see the world! Run her off the god-damn track, boy! We don’t need no rail, do we?
—Hell no! Which way does this damn train go, anyway, after it leaves Virginia?
—Maryland.
—Maryland my—! I don’t want to go to Maryland! To hell with Mary’s land! Also to hell with Mary’s lamb and Mary’s calf and Mary’s blue silk underdrawers! Good old Lucy’s the girl for me—the loosier the better! Give me Lucy any day! Good old Lucy Bowles, God bless her—she’s the pick of the crowd, boys! Here’s to Lucy!
—Robert! Art there, boy?
—Aye, aye, sir! Present!
—Hast seen the damsel down in Lower Seven?
