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Updated: May 11, 2025
He glowered at poor Zach, who hadn't said or done anything wrong, and pulled his beard as he always does. Then he said: 'There's no wonder the engine's out of kilter. There's no wonder about that. The wonder is that anything's right aboard here. We've been trying to steer without a compass.
This engine's coming down our road outside." "I reckon she may be, by the sound. She'll be half-way to Blackfriars before we're out of this here Court. If she gets by where the road's up! Maybe she'll have to go back." "There she stops! What's the popilation shoutin' at?"
The engineer does not forget at night, or his nature does not, that he has beheld this vision of serenity and purity once at least during the day. Though seen but once, it helps to wash out State Street and the engine's soot. One proposes that it be called "God's Drop."
One can picture to oneself how the whole thing might pass as it did, between the abrupt check of the engine's career, heard by Uncle Moses and his friend, and the two or three minutes later when they emerged through the archway to find Dolly in despair; not from any knowledge of the accident to Dave, for intense preoccupation and a rampart of clay had kept her in happy ignorance of it, but because the water had broken bounds and Noah's flood had come with a vengeance.
Bob, however, soon adapted himself to the engine's motion, and was finally able to sit without clutching the window-frame. Noting this, Barney got down, crossed the cab, and putting his mouth close to the boy's ear, asked: "Like to run the engine awhile?" "Would I? I should say so!" returned Bob in delight. Though his reply was inaudible, the expression on his face was eloquent.
'Do as you please, sir, said the official; 'the engine's broke down, and we may be run into any minute in this fog; but if you'd be more comfortable up there There was no want of alacrity after that, the obstructive man being the first down; all the rosy-faced gentlemen hopped out, some of the younger ones still grasping half-played hands of 'Nap' or 'Loo, and made the best of their way down the embankment, and several old ladies were got out in various stages of flutter, narrowly escaping sprained ankles in the descent.
Molesworth was preparing to follow and by the cramped feeling in his fingers was aware at the same instant that he had been gripping the arm-rest almost desperately when the guard of the train came running by and paused to thrust his head in at the open doorway to explain. "Engine's broken her coupling-rod, sir just before we came to the viaduct. Mercy for us she didn't leave the rails."
The torch is a thick tube, perhaps a foot and a half long, with a bull's-eye of glass at one end. By pressing a spring the electric rays project like the illumination of an engine's headlight. A release of the spring causes instant darkness.
However, he did get a good rest, and when they came near to the stretch of road that Ivan had told them would mark the crisis of the trip, both boys were in good condition for the test. They slowed down at the sound of an engine's whistle, the first nearby noise that had come to their ears since they had left the parsonage.
The almost daily brush with the train was seemingly as much enjoyed by the blue mare as by her rider. With the engine's roar in her ears and its smoke in her nostrils, she sped on, neck and neck with the iron horse. When the local was still far behind she would begin to curvet and take the bit between her teeth. After the first few contests, she needed no whip.
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