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Blue, white, and blue again, rolled over the navvy’s face in waves, till all settled to one rich clay-bank yellow, and—that fell which fell.
I thought of the blowing up of Hell Gate; of the geysers in Yellowstone Park; of Jonah and his whale; but the lively original, as I watched it foreshortened from above, exceeded all these things.


This is from “My Sunday at Home”, in The Day’s Work.

On a train journey through deepest southern England, in the summer time, an American doctor mistakenly thinks that a navvy has taken poison. He administers a powerful emetic to him, and they are now waiting for the draught to have its effect. What follows is spectacular…