Author: Burton Egbert Stevenson
Publisher: Good Press
ISBN:
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 247
Book Description
"The Young Train Master" by Burton Egbert Stevenson. Published by Good Press. Good Press publishes a wide range of titles that encompasses every genre. From well-known classics & literary fiction and non-fiction to forgotten−or yet undiscovered gems−of world literature, we issue the books that need to be read. Each Good Press edition has been meticulously edited and formatted to boost readability for all e-readers and devices. Our goal is to produce eBooks that are user-friendly and accessible to everyone in a high-quality digital format.
The Young Train Master
Author: Burton Egbert Stevenson
Publisher: Good Press
ISBN:
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 247
Book Description
"The Young Train Master" by Burton Egbert Stevenson. Published by Good Press. Good Press publishes a wide range of titles that encompasses every genre. From well-known classics & literary fiction and non-fiction to forgotten−or yet undiscovered gems−of world literature, we issue the books that need to be read. Each Good Press edition has been meticulously edited and formatted to boost readability for all e-readers and devices. Our goal is to produce eBooks that are user-friendly and accessible to everyone in a high-quality digital format.
Publisher: Good Press
ISBN:
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 247
Book Description
"The Young Train Master" by Burton Egbert Stevenson. Published by Good Press. Good Press publishes a wide range of titles that encompasses every genre. From well-known classics & literary fiction and non-fiction to forgotten−or yet undiscovered gems−of world literature, we issue the books that need to be read. Each Good Press edition has been meticulously edited and formatted to boost readability for all e-readers and devices. Our goal is to produce eBooks that are user-friendly and accessible to everyone in a high-quality digital format.
The Young Train Dispatcher
Author: Burton Egbert Stevenson
Publisher: DigiCat
ISBN:
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 207
Book Description
DigiCat Publishing presents to you this special edition of "The Young Train Dispatcher" by Burton Egbert Stevenson. DigiCat Publishing considers every written word to be a legacy of humankind. Every DigiCat book has been carefully reproduced for republishing in a new modern format. The books are available in print, as well as ebooks. DigiCat hopes you will treat this work with the acknowledgment and passion it deserves as a classic of world literature.
Publisher: DigiCat
ISBN:
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 207
Book Description
DigiCat Publishing presents to you this special edition of "The Young Train Dispatcher" by Burton Egbert Stevenson. DigiCat Publishing considers every written word to be a legacy of humankind. Every DigiCat book has been carefully reproduced for republishing in a new modern format. The books are available in print, as well as ebooks. DigiCat hopes you will treat this work with the acknowledgment and passion it deserves as a classic of world literature.
Railway Conductors' Monthly
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Category : Railroad conductors
Languages : en
Pages : 1102
Book Description
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Category : Railroad conductors
Languages : en
Pages : 1102
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The Young Section-Hand
Author: Burton Egbert Stevenson
Publisher: DigiCat
ISBN:
Category : Juvenile Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 223
Book Description
"The Young Section-Hand" is one of four young adult novels created by an American author, anthologist, and librarian Burton Egbert Stevenson. It tells about the life and adventures of Allan West, a young boy from Cincinnati who went a hundred miles on foot to find a decent job.
Publisher: DigiCat
ISBN:
Category : Juvenile Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 223
Book Description
"The Young Section-Hand" is one of four young adult novels created by an American author, anthologist, and librarian Burton Egbert Stevenson. It tells about the life and adventures of Allan West, a young boy from Cincinnati who went a hundred miles on foot to find a decent job.
Railroad Men
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Category : Railroads
Languages : en
Pages : 564
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ISBN:
Category : Railroads
Languages : en
Pages : 564
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New York Railroad Men
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Category : Railroads
Languages : en
Pages : 492
Book Description
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ISBN:
Category : Railroads
Languages : en
Pages : 492
Book Description
Railway Engineering and Maintenance of Way
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ISBN:
Category : Railroad engineering
Languages : en
Pages : 304
Book Description
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ISBN:
Category : Railroad engineering
Languages : en
Pages : 304
Book Description
Twelfth[-Fiftieth] Annual Report of the Board of Railroad Commissioners
Author: South Dakota. Public Utilities Commission
Publisher:
ISBN:
Category : Railroads
Languages : en
Pages : 246
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ISBN:
Category : Railroads
Languages : en
Pages : 246
Book Description
Awards ... First Division, National Railroad Adjustment Board
Author: United States. National Railroad Adjustment Board
Publisher:
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Category : Arbitration, Industrial
Languages : en
Pages : 938
Book Description
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ISBN:
Category : Arbitration, Industrial
Languages : en
Pages : 938
Book Description
Copper Coleson's Ghost
Author: Edward P. Hendrick
Publisher: L. C. PAGE & COMPANY BOSTON PUBLISHERS
ISBN:
Category :
Languages : en
Pages : 108
Book Description
Example in this ebook CHAPTER I FRIENDS—NEW AND OLD In the rear of a white cottage, known to all residents of the town of Truesdell as “the Blake homestead,” stands a great apple tree, whose leafy boughs have afforded shade in summer and fruit in autumn to several generations of Blakes. At present, its hospitable branches have been converted into an out-of-door gymnasium by Ned Blake, great-grandson of old Josiah Blake, from whose half-eaten apple-core the tree sprang some seventy years ago. “Six feet, two inches in his socks and as wide as a door,” is how tradition describes old Josiah, and although Ned Blake at seventeen stands less than seventy inches in his sneakers and tips the scales at a trifle less than one hundred and fifty pounds, he has something of the supple strength and a goodly measure of the courage and grit that made old Josiah respected among the early settlers of Truesdell. Clad in a sleeveless jersey, duck trousers and sneakers, Ned has just climbed a rope hand over hand to an upper limb from which he descends in a veritable cascade of cat-skinning, toe-holding, ape-like swings to drop on the turf beside his friend, Tommy Beals. “Bully stuff!” applauded Tommy. “You sure can do the monkey tricks, Ned, but it makes me sweat just to watch ’em this weather,” and Tommy hitched his rotund form farther into the shade of the friendly tree. “It would do you good to try some of them, Fatty,” laughed Ned. “Come on now. Here’s a simple one for a starter,” and catching a horizontal limb above his head, Ned proceeded to chin himself with first one hand, then with the other, and finished with a two-handed hoisting swing that left him seated upon the limb. Tommy Beals wagged his head in a hopeless negative. “Nope, it can’t be done,” he sighed. “Whoever drew my plans must have been thinking about ballast instead of aviation, but if you ever want a good anchor for a tug-of-war team why just count on me.” “All right, I’ll keep it in mind,” promised Ned, “but here’s something you can do for a little exercise,” he continued, dropping again to the ground. “I want to grind my camp axe a bit, if you’ll turn for me.” “Sure, I’ll do it,” agreed Tommy good-naturedly and, fetching a soap box for a seat, he squatted beside a heavy grindstone that stood in the shade of the tree. For perhaps ten minutes the sharp skurr of steel on stone sounded on the hot August air, then ceased abruptly as Ned lifted the axe from the whirling stone and tested its edge gingerly with his thumb. Tommy seized the opportunity to let go his hold of the crank-handle and wipe the beads of perspiration from his plump countenance. “Gosh, it’s hot!” he panted. “Ain’t the old cleaver sharp yet, Ned?” “It’s pretty good, except for a couple of nicks,” replied Ned, “but you needn’t turn any more, Fatty. Here comes Dave Wilbur and I’ll get him to spell you.” “Yeah! I’ll sure admire to watch Weary Wilbur work,” grinned Beals, as a tall, lanky youth with hands deep in his pockets turned in at the gate and strolled leisurely across the lawn. “I’ll bet you the ice cream sodas, Ned, that Dave will find an alibi for any job—if he sees it coming,” continued Tommy, in a wheezy whisper. “I’ll take that bet,” laughed Ned. “Hello, Dave,” he exclaimed, “you’re just in time to save Fatty’s life! Grab hold of that crank and turn a minute or so. I’ve got to grind a couple of nicks out of this axe.” Dave Wilbur, affectionately known to his friends as “Weary,” glanced suspiciously at the axe in Ned Blake’s hands, then at the perspiring face of Tommy Beals whose grin was but partly concealed by his mopping handkerchief, and lastly at the heavy grindstone whose crank-handle projected so invitingly toward him. “Sure, I’ll turn for you,” he drawled. “Hop up, Fatty,” and as Beals surrendered the soap box, Dave seated himself with cool deliberation. To be continue in this ebook
Publisher: L. C. PAGE & COMPANY BOSTON PUBLISHERS
ISBN:
Category :
Languages : en
Pages : 108
Book Description
Example in this ebook CHAPTER I FRIENDS—NEW AND OLD In the rear of a white cottage, known to all residents of the town of Truesdell as “the Blake homestead,” stands a great apple tree, whose leafy boughs have afforded shade in summer and fruit in autumn to several generations of Blakes. At present, its hospitable branches have been converted into an out-of-door gymnasium by Ned Blake, great-grandson of old Josiah Blake, from whose half-eaten apple-core the tree sprang some seventy years ago. “Six feet, two inches in his socks and as wide as a door,” is how tradition describes old Josiah, and although Ned Blake at seventeen stands less than seventy inches in his sneakers and tips the scales at a trifle less than one hundred and fifty pounds, he has something of the supple strength and a goodly measure of the courage and grit that made old Josiah respected among the early settlers of Truesdell. Clad in a sleeveless jersey, duck trousers and sneakers, Ned has just climbed a rope hand over hand to an upper limb from which he descends in a veritable cascade of cat-skinning, toe-holding, ape-like swings to drop on the turf beside his friend, Tommy Beals. “Bully stuff!” applauded Tommy. “You sure can do the monkey tricks, Ned, but it makes me sweat just to watch ’em this weather,” and Tommy hitched his rotund form farther into the shade of the friendly tree. “It would do you good to try some of them, Fatty,” laughed Ned. “Come on now. Here’s a simple one for a starter,” and catching a horizontal limb above his head, Ned proceeded to chin himself with first one hand, then with the other, and finished with a two-handed hoisting swing that left him seated upon the limb. Tommy Beals wagged his head in a hopeless negative. “Nope, it can’t be done,” he sighed. “Whoever drew my plans must have been thinking about ballast instead of aviation, but if you ever want a good anchor for a tug-of-war team why just count on me.” “All right, I’ll keep it in mind,” promised Ned, “but here’s something you can do for a little exercise,” he continued, dropping again to the ground. “I want to grind my camp axe a bit, if you’ll turn for me.” “Sure, I’ll do it,” agreed Tommy good-naturedly and, fetching a soap box for a seat, he squatted beside a heavy grindstone that stood in the shade of the tree. For perhaps ten minutes the sharp skurr of steel on stone sounded on the hot August air, then ceased abruptly as Ned lifted the axe from the whirling stone and tested its edge gingerly with his thumb. Tommy seized the opportunity to let go his hold of the crank-handle and wipe the beads of perspiration from his plump countenance. “Gosh, it’s hot!” he panted. “Ain’t the old cleaver sharp yet, Ned?” “It’s pretty good, except for a couple of nicks,” replied Ned, “but you needn’t turn any more, Fatty. Here comes Dave Wilbur and I’ll get him to spell you.” “Yeah! I’ll sure admire to watch Weary Wilbur work,” grinned Beals, as a tall, lanky youth with hands deep in his pockets turned in at the gate and strolled leisurely across the lawn. “I’ll bet you the ice cream sodas, Ned, that Dave will find an alibi for any job—if he sees it coming,” continued Tommy, in a wheezy whisper. “I’ll take that bet,” laughed Ned. “Hello, Dave,” he exclaimed, “you’re just in time to save Fatty’s life! Grab hold of that crank and turn a minute or so. I’ve got to grind a couple of nicks out of this axe.” Dave Wilbur, affectionately known to his friends as “Weary,” glanced suspiciously at the axe in Ned Blake’s hands, then at the perspiring face of Tommy Beals whose grin was but partly concealed by his mopping handkerchief, and lastly at the heavy grindstone whose crank-handle projected so invitingly toward him. “Sure, I’ll turn for you,” he drawled. “Hop up, Fatty,” and as Beals surrendered the soap box, Dave seated himself with cool deliberation. To be continue in this ebook