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Updated: May 11, 2025
We teach them how to behave; you understand?" "Oh yes, I understand." And then he pronounced the magic words: "O self-propelling, ever willing, fighting Wand, Go, soundly thrash that man The most deceiving, dangerous wretch in all the land, So hurt him all you can." The wand sprang from the fool's hand with the speed of lightning and struck the paladin three times in the face.
My words had by this time acquired a distressing, self-propelling tendency, and linked themselves into compounds of twenty and thirty syllables. My vis-
The wheels belonged to an invalid chair, used by Captain Copplestone when the gout held him prisoner, a self-propelling chair, in which the captain could make his way where he pleased. The captain knocked at his old comrade's door. "Let me in, Oswald" he said; "I want to see you immediately." "Not this morning, my dear Copplestone; I can't see any one this morning," answered the baronet.
So he said to the wand: "Thou self-propelling, ever willing, fighting Wand, Run quick and bring My feast-providing tablecloth back to my hand, Thy praise I'll sing."
Whitehead torpedoes, be it known, are mechanical fish of machined steel, self-propelling and self-steering, actuated by a small air engine, and carrying in their "war heads" a charge of over two hundred pounds of guncotton, and in their blunt noses a detonating cap to explode it on contact. At Forsythe's word, Kelly turned a lever on the tube, and the contained torpedo dived gently overboard.
Brainard, that the moldboard is the only plan for properly pulverizing the soil; for I am satisfied that such plan is wholly inadmissible in steam plowing in this country, for want of sufficient traction for self-propulsion, and observation has taught me that a self-propelling plow is the only steam plow our people will tolerate.
Thereupon he said the magic words to his wand: "Thou self-propelling, ever willing, fighting Wand, Run quick and bring My feast-providing tablecloth back to my hand, Thy praise I'll sing."
So he said to the wand: "Thou self-propelling, ever willing, fighting Wand, Run quick, and bring My feast-providing tablecloth back to my hand, Thy praise I'll sing." The wand dashed after the soldier, and having reached him began to beat him, crying out: "For others' goods you seem to have a liking, Stop, thief, or sure your back I'll keep on striking."
There is something almost sublime in the spectacle of this untiring activity of shoulder and elbow. The mere shoving vis consilî expers would never bring her near to her goal. An adept in the art of pushing does not rely on sheer impudence alone. She has recourse to artificial aids and appliances. A great deal of ingenuity is exhibited in the selection of her self-propelling machinery.
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