granite-laden

Updated: August 27, 2026

On a sanded track, rolling at thirty miles an hour and screaming in the clutches of the burning brakes, the heavy engines struck the switch like an avalanche, reared upon the granite-laden flats, and with forty loads of cattle plunged into the canyon below; not a car remained on the rails.

Frank H. (Frank Hamilton) Spearman - Whispering Smith