But they smiled and kissed each other when their new strange task was o'er, And the form that lay before them its unwonted garments wore.
Then with slow and weary labor a small grave they hollowed out, And they lined it with the withered grass and leaves that lay about.
But the day was slowly breaking ere their holy work was done, And in crimson pomp the morning heralded again the sun.
Gently then those little maidens—they were children of our foes— Laid the body of our drummer-boy to undisturbed repose.
RAMON. REFUGIO MINE, NORTHERN MEXICO
Drunk and senseless in his place, Prone and sprawling on his face, More like brute than any man Alive or dead,— By his great pump out of gear, Lay the peon engineer, Waking only just to hear, Overhead, Angry tones that called his name, Oaths and cries of bitter blame,— Woke to hear all this, and waking, turned and fled!
"To the man who'll bring to me," Cried Intendant Harry Lee,— Harry Lee, the English foreman of the mine,— "Bring the sot alive or dead, I will give to him," he said, "Fifteen hundred pesos down, Just to set the rascal's crown Underneath this heel of mine: Since but death Deserves the man whose deed, Be it vice or want of heed, Stops the pumps that give us breath,— Stops the pumps that suck the death From the poisoned lower level of the mine!"
No one answered, for a cry From the shaft rose up on high; And shuffling, scrambling, tumbling from below, Came the miners each, the bolder Mounting on the weaker's shoulder, Grappling, clinging to their hold or Letting go, As the weaker gasped and fell From the ladder to the well,— To the poisoned pit of hell Down below!
"To the man who sets them free," Cried the foreman, Harry Lee,— Harry Lee, the English foreman of the mine,— "Brings them out and sets them free, I will give that man," said he, "Twice that sum, who with a rope Face to face with death shall cope: Let him come who dares to hope!" "Hold your peace!" some one replied, Standing by the foreman's side; "There has one already gone, whoe'er he be!"