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Going up -- and by all one man's will! / Untrodden lands shall echo with our roars, / Our engines' wheels shall break the mountains' still, / Uncharted rivers see us by their shores; / And where the lions drink, and panthers prey, / Shall lie the ballast of our iron-bound way.
Going up! Primaeval forest, where / The Bushman lurks with poison at his lips, / Must give its best, and all its treasures bare, / When our iron-monster in its hollows dips; / And caves, from which the cobra issues forth, / Shall be a Somewhere Junction -- for the North.