It wallowed in its water-bed; it burrowed, heaved and swung; It gnawed its way ahead with grunts and sighs; Its bill of fare was rock and sand; the tailings were its dung; It glared around with fierce electric eyes. Full fifty buckets crammed its maw; it bellowed out for more; It looked like some great monster in the gloom.
Robert W. ServiceAbout author
- Author's profession: Poet
- Nationality: scottish
- Born: January 16, 1874
- Died: September 11, 1958
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