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Updated: May 14, 2025

Her powerful electric headlight threw a beam, long and bright, that burrowed into the black void far in front. But for this and the few red-glowing chinks in her firebox and the thunder of the wheels, the freight might have been some phantom reptile rushing through the land with two red eyes in its tail. Evans, the fireman, kicked impatiently at the slash-bar and hooked the fire.

Herbert Joseph Moorhouse - Every Man for Himself