Identifier: mccluresmagazinev8mccl (find matches)
Title: McClure's magazine
Year: 1893 (1890s)
Authors: McClure, S. S. (Samuel Sidney), 1857-1949
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Publisher: New York : S.S. McClure
Contributing Library: Lincoln Financial Foundation Collection
Digitizing Sponsor: The Institute of Museum and Library Services through an Indiana State Library LSTA Grant

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threadsof steel running away off yonder and meet-ing and going on together where the dark- 7i8 THE VICISSITUDES OF ENGINE 107. ness begins. Being new, with a cleanboiler, the 107 steamed like a burninghouse, and the fireman, not beingaffected by the fact of its still being Fri-day, found time to hang out of the openwindow and watch the silvery ripples thatwere romping on the cold, white bosom ofthe winding river along whose banks theroad lay. Not a word had passed between theengineer and fireman since they started,and now they were swinging round the curves at a good express gait. Thenew engine was rocking like a light boaton a rough sea, but otherwise she was rid-ing as easily as a coach. It was 11.50when they passed Goodnight, and twominutes later the fireman was startled bythat dreadful word which almost every fire-man has heard at one time or another:Jump! It is as natural for an engineer to call tohis fireman to jump and save himself—forhe is of no use on a locomotive about to
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A (IKEAT ROCK CAME DOWN WITH THE SPEED OF A CANNON-BALI.SHOT HER INTO THE RIVER. AND STRIKING THE KOCKAWAY THE VICISSITUDES OF ENGINE wy. 719 be wrecked—as it is for the engineer to tion, was found to be all right, and, in fact, remain at his post and die. no one seemed able to give any good rea- Jump! shouted the driver, and the son why the engine should have left the fireman, glancing ahead, saw a confused rail; only her old driver, turning over in mingling of horns, hoofs, and tails be- his little iron bed, said Friday, and went tween him and the track. He jumped, and to sleep again. came down on a bunch of sage brush, Of course the railway officers simply amid a shower of steers, and saw the laughed at the foolish talk of the men 107 leave the track, plow along the about the Rockaway being unlucky side of the low bank, and finally stop because she went out on Friday; but when without turning over. The train—the she was rebuilt she was transferred to an- engineer having set the

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