Roger William Conant, Hiking Westward
“ There sounded the click of more levers, again the whir of the drums, followed by the snort of the engine, and the boys beheld one side of the car tip forward as the rear of the elevator platform rose, then the coal thundered against the shield, rattled into the shute, and, amid a cloud of black dust, shot through the hatch into the hold with a roar.“Why, the coal car is on its side,” cried Ted, looking at the elevator. “It’s been turned up until it’s empty.” ”
