Read Online For the Love of Temperance (The Adventures of Ichabod Temperance Book 3) by Ichabod Temperance - Free Book Online
Authors: Ichabod Temperance
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many steam-driven devices we have come to rely on. These wonderful devices are now all potential molten liabilities in our present quandary.
The stubborn railroad spikes do not want to relinquish their hold upon the ties.
The tripod legs of the devilish device smash houses and topple all structures before their terrible might.
I work with focused attention, but cannot help but look up at the sound of my hometown being torn asunder.
I raise my head in time to see the wonderful Benjamin Arms Hotel burst into fiery blazes. Its copper and brass accouterments that give it such a delightful appearance now burn brightly in in a heartbreaking conflagration. Her rooftop restaurant is engulfed in flames. Gouts of fire shoot skyward from her ‘Lifterator’ shaft.
The giant monster strides forward to kick the burning building. The Benjamin Arms Hotel is Birmingham’s most luxurious accommodation treasured landmark. In a shower of brick and molten art, the illustrious fiery edifice falls before the brute’s indomitable might.
The confident bully swaggers on.
One touch of that beam on any railroad track in the city, and there are a lot of them, will send searing heat to us and the escaping train.
All the brave folks working on the rail are aware of that component of the danger.
We soon have the connectors loose from the rail.
Lavender beams sweep the city. Molten steel, copper, brass and iron spread fiery destruction wherever the ray touches.
The loudly crackling metal melting beam jangles our nerves with its harsh and harried blasts.
{{{SKRRR- BZZZCK -CK-CK-CK-CK!!!}}}
We pry the rails apart and swiftly secure them with logs just as the horrible beam makes contact with the rail. Several of us get scorched hands from the closeness of the break. We have narrowly saved the hundreds of poor souls on that last train of escape.
We can see that the railroad ties are catching fire one by one moving towards us. We have to work hard to bend the heavy steel rails back to where they will not make contact with the heated metal and carry the horrible heat any further. The railroad ties that are still connected to the glowing orange rails soon burst into flame. Acrid creosote from the wooden railroad beams burns our eyes and makes it difficult to breathe.
Sheriff Woodley calls for everyone’s attention.
“Every man is ordered to run for his life and make out the best he can. You boys have done good, but now is the time to skedaddle. Thank you, and good luck to you.”
With this last request of her citizenry, our sheriff has the sad task of relinquishing his city to her monstrous destroyer. I know the sheriff takes his responsibilities seriously and it is a painful exercise for him to admit surrender. I can see in his clear blue eyes, the pain of letting his city down. His countenance is a grim mask, bathed in the flickering light of his city’s cremation. It is a tough thing for me to see in someone I admire so much.
“That goes for you too, Ichabod. You go find that pretty girl that was fool enough to fall for you and you get her to safety, ya hear?”
“Yessir.” I fib to the grim peacekeeper.
I return to where I have left Miss Plumtartt and the babies, Bolt and Clementine. It is tough to get there through all the raging fires. The entire valley for as far as I can see is fully engulfed in flame.
“The sheriff says we need to get out of town, Miss Plumtartt.”
“Then who shall be here to monitor, and if the opportunity arise, defy the insidious invader?”
I have no answer for the brainy beauty.
I struggle to find safety for my family. Soon, it is a struggle just to find us some air. We are very nearly being roasted alive.
I employ the same method of concealment from the creature as I had used earlier. That is, I keep an object between myself and his questing eye and destructive beams. Heavy brick buildings shield most of the rays, I think. In addition, the confusion of the burning city keeps us out of the
The stubborn railroad spikes do not want to relinquish their hold upon the ties.
The tripod legs of the devilish device smash houses and topple all structures before their terrible might.
I work with focused attention, but cannot help but look up at the sound of my hometown being torn asunder.
I raise my head in time to see the wonderful Benjamin Arms Hotel burst into fiery blazes. Its copper and brass accouterments that give it such a delightful appearance now burn brightly in in a heartbreaking conflagration. Her rooftop restaurant is engulfed in flames. Gouts of fire shoot skyward from her ‘Lifterator’ shaft.
The giant monster strides forward to kick the burning building. The Benjamin Arms Hotel is Birmingham’s most luxurious accommodation treasured landmark. In a shower of brick and molten art, the illustrious fiery edifice falls before the brute’s indomitable might.
The confident bully swaggers on.
One touch of that beam on any railroad track in the city, and there are a lot of them, will send searing heat to us and the escaping train.
All the brave folks working on the rail are aware of that component of the danger.
We soon have the connectors loose from the rail.
Lavender beams sweep the city. Molten steel, copper, brass and iron spread fiery destruction wherever the ray touches.
The loudly crackling metal melting beam jangles our nerves with its harsh and harried blasts.
{{{SKRRR- BZZZCK -CK-CK-CK-CK!!!}}}
We pry the rails apart and swiftly secure them with logs just as the horrible beam makes contact with the rail. Several of us get scorched hands from the closeness of the break. We have narrowly saved the hundreds of poor souls on that last train of escape.
We can see that the railroad ties are catching fire one by one moving towards us. We have to work hard to bend the heavy steel rails back to where they will not make contact with the heated metal and carry the horrible heat any further. The railroad ties that are still connected to the glowing orange rails soon burst into flame. Acrid creosote from the wooden railroad beams burns our eyes and makes it difficult to breathe.
Sheriff Woodley calls for everyone’s attention.
“Every man is ordered to run for his life and make out the best he can. You boys have done good, but now is the time to skedaddle. Thank you, and good luck to you.”
With this last request of her citizenry, our sheriff has the sad task of relinquishing his city to her monstrous destroyer. I know the sheriff takes his responsibilities seriously and it is a painful exercise for him to admit surrender. I can see in his clear blue eyes, the pain of letting his city down. His countenance is a grim mask, bathed in the flickering light of his city’s cremation. It is a tough thing for me to see in someone I admire so much.
“That goes for you too, Ichabod. You go find that pretty girl that was fool enough to fall for you and you get her to safety, ya hear?”
“Yessir.” I fib to the grim peacekeeper.
I return to where I have left Miss Plumtartt and the babies, Bolt and Clementine. It is tough to get there through all the raging fires. The entire valley for as far as I can see is fully engulfed in flame.
“The sheriff says we need to get out of town, Miss Plumtartt.”
“Then who shall be here to monitor, and if the opportunity arise, defy the insidious invader?”
I have no answer for the brainy beauty.
I struggle to find safety for my family. Soon, it is a struggle just to find us some air. We are very nearly being roasted alive.
I employ the same method of concealment from the creature as I had used earlier. That is, I keep an object between myself and his questing eye and destructive beams. Heavy brick buildings shield most of the rays, I think. In addition, the confusion of the burning city keeps us out of the
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