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Just now we stopped at a tiny town—
(For taking travelers up and down,
And, as one lady referred to it,
“Refreshing the engine a little bit”),
And just as our caravan's bulky form
Was braving again the desert of storm,
A thrifty husbandman climbed aboard,
With numerous cargoes of snowflakes stored;
And walking the car's short tilting street
With steps unwontedly insecure,
He tumbled his coat on a corner-seat—
An avalanche made in miniature—
And with my gesture and look complied,
And came and sat by my humble side.
(For taking travelers up and down,
And, as one lady referred to it,
“Refreshing the engine a little bit”),
And just as our caravan's bulky form
Was braving again the desert of storm,
A thrifty husbandman climbed aboard,
With numerous cargoes of snowflakes stored;
And walking the car's short tilting street
With steps unwontedly insecure,
He tumbled his coat on a corner-seat—
An avalanche made in miniature—
And with my gesture and look complied,
And came and sat by my humble side.
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