Some thoughts on steamboats, humorous and otherwise, by Tallis Steelyard as penned by Jim Webster. Also news of a book on offer penned by Jim.
You might wonder why I bring the clunking, hissing, stinking power of steam into this work
A symphony in brass
Spinning and whirring
An unwanted trespass
Our senses blurring
At the roar of the steam
Our intentions adeem
Lost in the engineers dream.
But still there is a majesty and a power in the great riverboats, their wheels flagellating the water, forcing it to permit their passage.
Even in my youth, it was a rare thing for a respectable person to travel east along the Paraeba, even as far as Oiphallarian. This is slowly changing. The great steamers have brought to travel a luxury that was once impossible. On the biggest one can dine in style. You can eat the finest food; drink the finest wine, dance to the accompaniment of those musicians whose copybook is so blotted that they no longer dare set foot in a civilised city. For…
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