Identifier: theforum62newy (find matches)
Title: The Forum
Year: 1886 (1880s)
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Publisher: New York, N.Y.: (Events Pub. Co., etc.)
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto

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got the car out of themud, their mud had dried and brushed off so that they werefairly presentable. Easy enough to get a car out of the mire, com-mented Smithkins. Any fool could do it! snapped Mrs. Smithkins, andit struck me that she put too much accent on the second word. However, everything went beautifully until about tenoclock that night. We were then about sixteen miles fromthe nearest garage in a dismal road, low, damp, and thickwith land fog. Suddenly the motor raced like mad, andsounded like a thousand locomotives thundering into a trainshed. Again the Smithkinses were frightened. Now what? yelled Mrs. Smithkins, but he didnt hearher. The car hesitated, trembled, vibrated, stopped, jerked,went a foot, stopped, and finally I made Smithkins shut off. Youll wrack it to bits, I told him. 1 But I cant understand why the car wont go when themotor goes like that, he declared. Thank heaven, heres something you dont know, Itold him. Any fool would be puzzled at this mess, what is it?
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Now Youve Learned Something About Wheels and Mud! 329 330 THE FORUM We stopped, got out the flash-light, made an examina-tion—Smithkins could find nothing. I got in and started it.Instantly the engine whizzed and whirred as though it weremaking a million revolutions a second. The accelerator wasas loose as possible. I traced it and found that the threadson the rod were stripped. Smithkins stared at it, he tried to crawl inside, he burnedhis hands and got covered with grease, he tried to make thethreads hold. And in fumbling about he managed to losethe cotter-pin. That only makes it ten times worse, I cheered him. Go away, I can fix this, he said. I sat on the fenderand lighted a cigar. Smithkins worked and cursed softly forabout fifteen minutes. I give up, he shouted. But I want to go home, came the chorus from hisfamily. Aw, go ahead, Paw, and fix her up, we want to gethome, advised his young hopeful. Only the fact that it washis own son saved the lad from physical damage. Well, se

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