dumping of dirt…cars； the triple blows of vulcan hammers。 I can also
smell the fire…pots； the tar and cement。 So I have a vivid idea of
mighty labours in steel and stone； and I believe that I am acquainted
with all the fiendish noises which can be made by man or machinery。 The
whack of heavy falling bodies； the sudden shivering splinter of chopped
logs； the crystal shatter of pounded ice； the crash of a tree hurled to
the earth by a hurricane； the irrational； persistent chaos of noise made
by switching freight…trains； the explosion of gas； the blasting of
stone； and the terrific grinding of rock upon rock which precedes the
collapse……all these have been in my touch…experience； and contribute to
my idea of Bedlam； of a battle； a waterspout； an earthquake； and other
enormous accumulations of sound。
Touch brings me into contact with the traffic and manifold activity of
the city。 Besides the bustle and crowding of people and the nondescript
grating and electric howling of street…cars； I am conscious of
exhalations from many different kinds of shops； from automobiles； drays；
horses； fruit stands； and many varieties of smoke。
Odours strange and musty；
The air sharp and dusty
With lime and with sand；
That no one can stand；
Make the street impassable；
The people irascible；
Until every one cries；
As he trembling goe