Phaeton Rogers; a novel of boy life (1881) (14772480163)

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Title: Phaeton Rogers; a novel of boy life

Year: 1881 (1880s)

Authors: Johnson, Rossiter, 1840-1931

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Publisher: New York, C. Scribner's Sons

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the machine rolled proudly up inthe light of the burning building, and was welcomed witha shout. There comes to most men, in early manhood, a singlemoment which perhaps equals this in its delicious blend-ing of fear and rapture- -but let us leave that to the poets. Phaeton and I hung on with a good grip, while theinspiration of the fire in sight, and the enthusiasm of ourcompany, seemed to lend us more than our usual strengthand speed. But before we reached the fire, a noise washeard on a street that ran into ours at an angle some dis- o tance ahead. The foremans ear caught it instantly, andhe knew it was Cataract Eight doing her best in order tostrike into the main road ahead of us. Jump her, men! jump her! he shouted, andpounded on the brakes with his tin trumpet. The eighty legs and four wheels on which Red RoverThree was making her way to the fire each doubled itsspeed, while forty mouths yelled Ki yi ! and the ex-cited foreman repeated his admonition to Jump her,boys ! jump her !

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O EG <s D RUNNING WITH THE MACHINE. 213 Phaeton and I hunq; on for dear life, though I ex- ^j * ^5 pected every moment to find myself unable to hang onany longer. Sometimes we measured the ground in asort of seven-league-boot style, and again we seemed tobe only as rags fastened to the rope and fluttering inthe wind. The men at the tongue were tossed about inall sorts of ways. Sometimes one would be lying on hisbreast on the end of it where it curved up like a horsesneck, and the next minute one or both of them would bethrown almost under it. Whenever a wheel struck an un-even paving-stone, these men would be jerked violentlyto one side, and we could feel the shock all along therope. It seemed sometimes as if the engine was simplybeing hurled through the air, occasionally swoopingdown enough in its flight to touch the ground andrebound again. All the wrhile the church-bells of thecity, in the hands of sextons doubly excited by fire andfees, kept up a direful clang. I doubt whether

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1881

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