It was on the farther track, and, startled by his cries and by the clang of the approaching train, looked up at him. He saw a pale, besmeared little countenance; he heard behind him the agonizing screams of the mother, who had realized her baby’s peril; in his ears rang the ...
My old dad, servin’ on the _Roanoke_, was lucky enough to see both them craft:—the big, clumsy _Merrimac_, all covered with railroad iron and smeared with grease, and the nifty little _Monitor_, that they said looked like ‘a cheese box on a raft’! “Wal’, ‘course you boys...