What was it the Engines said,
Pilots touching,—head to head
Facing on the single track,
Half a world behind each back?
Bret Harte
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The views, musings, and snapshots of one man, living on the Pacific Slope of the Wasatch Mountains.
What was it the Engines said,
Pilots touching,—head to head
Facing on the single track,
Half a world behind each back?
Bret Harte
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