The Express Messenger and Other Stories of the Rail

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C. Scribner's Sons, 1908 - American fiction - 235 pages
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Page 236 - I advanced toward the second turning, by a fly from the railway. I made a sign to the driver to stop. As he obeyed me, a respectable-looking man put his head out of the window to see what was the matter. "I beg your pardon," I said; "but am I right in supposing that you are going to Black water Park?
Page 142 - Carry the left hind foot of a graveyard rabbit, killed in the dark of the moon, for luck.
Page 132 - Read it out," said the Colonel. "Perhaps it will tell us something about the ghost." The superintendent read: "Engine 57 is off the track and nearly off the right of way 1,000 yards east of Coyote spur, but still on her feet." That explained the ghost engine. At the instant when the engineer shut off, the "sewing machine...
Page 123 - ... last fire, and was now straining his eyes to catch the smoke of the special. The engineer, with his left hand on the whistlerope,, clung to the side of the cab to keep from being thrown out of the right of way. The wheels under the sewing machine were so small that the best she could do was fortyfive miles, and now when she came down to the very last second, there was still a quarter of a mile between her and the meeting point, but at that moment the flying wheels of the special engine crashed...
Page 11 - ... Eaton, after taking one last look at the picture on the label. "Oh, Professor Eaton." she said, coming closer, "it makes me feel better already. I feel just like I was going to rise off the ground and fly away somewhere." "Perhaps you would allow me " 'To do what, Professor Eaton? What?
Page 131 - Harry if he see anything, an" he lied an' asked if I see anything, an' I lied, too, an' opened up the throttle again. That's all I know about it." There was a noticeable increase in the attention of the company, and Tim Flarrity, the flagman, leaning low toward the table, crossed himself and ventured the prediction that they would have a head-end collision before they reached the junction. "I never see a ghost train show up yet that didn't mean something," he added, but the burst of laughter that...
Page 121 - Pullman car does to a commerI • cial traveller, with one seat for himself and another for his feet. As the little machine rocked round the corners, screaming at every curve, the engineer and fireman kept a sharp lookout ahead, at the same time counting the minutes and reckoning the miles that lay between them and the spur. Down the desert one of the swiftest...
Page 131 - ... it seemed to me that I never see anything quite so funny, and I laughed that hard that the tears came in my eyes and blinded me. Then the thought came to me that we were a long time coming together, so I looks ahead, an' there wa'n'ta thing in sight. I asked Harry if he see anything, an" he lied an' asked if I see anything, an' I lied, too, an' opened up the throttle again.
Page 124 - ... transact, in his mind, during that moment in which he waits and listens for the swish of the scythe. But one does not always review his past life at such a moment; often he wastes time thinking upon a mere trifle. Lafe Pence was in a wreck the next day after his election to Congress, and, although he had been a Democrat, and had become a Populist, he gave no thought to the past nor the future, but said to himself, as the sleeper plunged down an embankment, " Now, what the devil was I elected...
Page 132 - ... sudden relaxation of all her tension caused a jar that threw her off her feet, and it was a lucky jar for her crew. Since that time, however, old Sam has been in hard luck. He has already lost three legs. The last one, being caught under an engine, was chopped off by the conductor with an ordinary ax to prevent the engineer being roasted alive. Those who witnessed the operation say that Sam rested on one elbow and smoked a cigar while the conductor hacked away at his ankle. It was a wooden leg.

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