“Fear” by James B. Henderson
The dirty sweat (epithet) poured from his face and dripped from his (repetition) nose. It stood out like small black grapes on the bent bare back (alliteration) and along his ribs (simile). There was a squelching in his boots where the coal dust mixed with the perspiration. The powerful arms and knee drove the shovel deep into the heap and (polysyndeton) the biceps bulged as he tossed the coal into the skip. On the opposite side his mate kept pace with him, shovel for shovel (alliteration, repetition), both lights bobbing up and down alternately, up and down (repetition), like parts of a machine (simile). As each head rose with the lift of the shovel the slender beam of light from the lamp shot into the haze of dust hanging over the skip, become diffused and lost. Outside the narrow shaft…









