Sambo, with his tail between his legs, ran ahead, in a panic, and took refuge in some bushes by the roadside.
"What was that, father ?" the boy asked when the horses had ceased to worry over this new peril.
"A steam engyne," he answered.

"Sarah, did ye get a good look at it ?" "Yes; if that don't beat all the newfangled notions I ever heard of," she exclaimed.
"It's just begun doin' business," said Samson.
"What does it do ?" Joe asked.
"On a railroad track it can grab hold of a house full o' folks and run off with it.

Goes like the wind, too." "Does it eat 'em up ?" Joe asked.
"No.

It eats wood and oil and keeps yellin' for more.

I guess it could eat a cord o' wood and wash it down with half a bucket o' castor oil in about five minutes.