<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</SPAN></span></p>
<h2>THE BROWNIES ON BICYCLES.</h2>
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<br/><br/><br/>NE evening Brownies, peeping down<br/>
From bluffs that overlooked the town,<br/>
Saw wheelmen passing to and fro<br/>
Upon the boulevard below.<br/></div>
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"It seems," said one, "an easy trick,<br/>
The wheel goes 'round so smooth and quick;<br/>
You simply sit and work your feet<br/>
And glide with grace along the street.
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<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</SPAN></span><br/></p>
<div class='poem'><span style="margin-left: .5em;">The pleasure would be fine indeed</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: .5em;">If <i>we</i> could thus in line proceed."</span><br/>
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"Last night," another answer made,<br/>
"As by the river's bank I strayed,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: .5em;">Where here and there a building stands,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: .5em;">And town and country-side join hands,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: .5em;">Before me stood a massive wall</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: .5em;">With engine-rooms and chimneys tall.</span><br/></div>
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"To scale the place a way I found,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: .5em;">And, creeping in, looked all around;</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: .5em;">There bicycles of every grade</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: .5em;">Are manufactured for the trade;</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: .5em;">Some made for baby hands to guide,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: .5em;">And some for older folk to ride.</span><br/></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</SPAN></span></p>
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"Though built to keep intruders out,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: .5em;">With shutters thick and casings stout,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: .5em;">I noticed twenty ways or more,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: .5em;">By roof, by window, wall and door,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: .5em;">Where we, by exercising skill,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: .5em;">May travel in and out at will."</span><br/>
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Another spoke, in nowise slow<br/>
To catch at pleasures as they go,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 4em;">And said, "Why let another day</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Come creeping in to drag away?</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 8em;">Let's active measures now employ</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 8em;">To seize at once the promised joy.</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 6em;">On bicycles quick let us ride,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 6em;">While yet our wants may be supplied."</span><br/></div>
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So when the town grew hushed and still,<br/>
The Brownies ventured down the hill.<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And soon the band was drawing nigh</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The building with the chimneys</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 8em;">high.</span></div>
<span style="margin-left: 4em;">When people lock their</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 6em;"> doors at night,</span><br/>
<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 18em;">And double-bolt them</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 15em;">left and right,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 13em;">And think through patents, new and old,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 12em;"><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</SPAN></span>To leave the burglars in the cold,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 10em;">The cunning Brownies smile to see</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 9em;">The springing bolt and turning key;</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 8em;">For well they know if fancy leads</span><br/>
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Their band to venture daring deeds,<br/>
The miser's gold, the merchant's ware<br/>
To them is open as the air.<br/></div>
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Not long could door or windows stand<br/>
Fast locked before the Brownie band;<br/>
And soon the bicycles they sought<br/>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</SPAN></span>From every room and bench were<br/><span style="margin-left: 6em;">brought.</span><br/>
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<div class='poem'>The rogues ere long began to show<br/>
As many colors as the bow;<br/>
For paint and varnish lately spread<br/>
Besmeared them all from foot to head.<br/>
Some turned to jay-birds in a minute,<br/>
And some as quick might shame the linnet;<br/>
While more with crimson-tinted breast<br/>
Seemed fitted for the robin's nest.<br/>
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But whether red or green or blue,<br/>
The work on hand was hurried through;<br/>
They took the wheels from blacksmith fires,<br/>
Though wanting bolts and even tires,<br/>
And rigged the parts with skill and speed<br/>
To answer well their pressing need.<br/>
And soon, enough were made complete<br/>
To give the greater part a seat,<br/>
And let the rest through cunning find<br/>
Some way of hanging on behind.<br/>
And then no spurt along the road,<br/>
Or 'round the yard their courage showed,<br/>
But twenty times a measured mile<br/>
They whirled away in single file,<br/>
Or bunched together in a crowd<br/>
If width of road or skill allowed.<br/>
At times, while rolling down the grade,<br/>
Collisions some confusion made,<br/>
For every member of the band,<br/>
At steering wished to try his hand;<br/>
Though some, perhaps, were not designed<br/>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</SPAN></span>For labor of that special kind.<br/>
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But Brownies are the folk to bear<br/>
Misfortunes with unruffled air;<br/>
So on through rough and smooth they spun<br/>
Until the turning-point was won.<br/>
Then back they wheeled with every spoke,<br/>
An hour before the thrush awoke.<br/></div>
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