Pen Pictures, of Eventful Scenes and Struggles of LifeCraig, B. F. (Benjamin Franklin)
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Pen Pictures, of Eventful Scenes and Struggles of Life
Craig, B. F. (Benjamin Franklin)
United States -- History -- 19th century -- Fiction
“I slumbered heavy in the latter end of night, and had a brilliant
dream, and awoke from it, to realize this old straw shed doth effect
me,” said Conway gravely. “The dream! the dream!” demanded Sharp. “I
dreamed that we were playing cards, and I was dealing out the deck; the
last card was mine, and it was very thick. Sharp, it looked like a
box, and with thumb and finger I pulled it open. In it there were
three fifty-dollar gold pieces, four four-dollar gold pieces, and ten
one-dollar gold pieces. I put the money in my pocket, and was listening
for you to claim half, as you purchased the cards. You said nothing more
than that 'them cards had been put up for men who sell prize cards.' I
took the money out again, when lo, and behold! one of the fifty-dollar
pieces had turned to a rule about eight inches long, hinged in the
middle. Looking at it closely I saw small letters engraved upon it,
which I was able to read--you know, Sharp, I learned to read by spelling
the names on steamboats--or that is the way I learned the letters of the
alphabet. The inscription directed me to a certain place, and there I
would find a steam carriage that could be run on any common road where
carriages are drawn by horses. We went, and found the carriage. It was
a beautiful carriage--with highly finished box--on four wheels, the box
was large enough for six persons to sit on the inside. The pilot sat
upon the top, steering with a wheel, the engineer, who was also fireman,
and the engine, sat on the aft axle, behind the passenger box. The whole
structure was very light, the boiler was of polished brass, and sat upon
end. The heat was engendered by a chemical combination of phosphorus
and tinder. The golden rule gave directions how to run the engine--by
my directions, Sharp, you was pilot and I was engineer, and we started
south, toward my old home. People came running out from houses and
fields to see us pass I saw something on the beautiful brass boiler that
looked like a slide door. I shoved it, and it slipped aside, revealing
the dial of a clock which told the time of day, also by a separate hand
and figures, told the speed at which the carriage was running. On the
right hand side of the dial I saw the figures 77. They were made of
India rubber, and hung upon two brass pins. I drew the slide door over
the dial except when I wished to look at the time of day, or the rate of
speed at which we were running, and every time I opened the door, one
of the figure 7's had fallen off the pin. I would replace it, and again
find it fallen off. So I concluded it was only safe to run seven miles
an hour, and I regulated to that speed. In a short time, I looked again,
and we were running at the rate of fifteen miles an hour. I knew that I
had not altered the gauge of steam. A hissing sound caused me to think
the water was getting low in the boiler. On my left I saw a brass handle
that resembled the handle of a pump. I seized it and commenced work. I
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