Through the safety-valves; the engine crushed
Deep into the slope, like a monster driven
To hide itself from the eye of heaven.
But where was Phillips? From underneath
The tender wheels, with their grip of death,
They drew him, scalded by steam, and burned
By the engine fires as it overturned.
They laid him gently upon the slope,
Then knelt beside him with little of hope.
Though dying, he was the only one