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THE old man and the train were now face to face. The locomotive came cautiously, for the shocks had penetrated far up the road, but too fast -- far too fast. Where the track had gone to pieces, a mass of twisted rails and tossing sleepers and furrowed earth, a bank -- what is called a high bank in Southern topography -- raised itself just in the turn of time to have sent the derailed train plunging down.
The old Negro watched the approaching flare of the head-light as he ran on, with a grim, defiant eye.