There’s one kind of an engine that’s always a nuisance to me,
and that’s these little switching-engines down by the station.
They run up and down side-tracks, shoving cars; and that’s all
they do from week to week and from month to month. They’re
always getting in the way of wagons and scaring horses. But when
I see a grand locomotive start to the seacoast cities, there
is music in her whistle. There is something which says she’s
determined to land her passengers at their destination on time.
There are a great many of us Christians just switching backward
and forward on side-tracks.--“Famous Stories of Sam P. Jones.”
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=Motive, A Pure=--See PRIDE IN ONE’S TASK.