The Fighting Chance (fiscle part-4 Of 1)
By: Robert W. Chambers
The Speed Of The Train Slackened; A Broad Tidal River Flashed Into Sight
Below The Trestle, Spreading Away On Either Hand Through Yellowing Level
Meadows. And Now, Above The Roaring Undertone Of The Cars, From Far
Ahead Floated Back The Treble Bell-Notes Of The Locomotive; There Came A
Gritting Vibration Of Brakes; Slowly, More Slowly The Cars Glided To A
Creaking Standstill Beside A Sun-Scorched Platform Gay With The Bright
Flutter Of Sunshades And Summer Gowns.
Below The Trestle, Spreading Away On Either Hand Through Yellowing Level
Meadows. And Now, Above The Roaring Undertone Of The Cars, From Far
Ahead Floated Back The Treble Bell-Notes Of The Locomotive; There Came A
Gritting Vibration Of Brakes; Slowly, More Slowly The Cars Glided To A
Creaking Standstill Beside A Sun-Scorched Platform Gay With The Bright
Flutter Of Sunshades And Summer Gowns.
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