The fireman, as he looked up from his sweaty toil, sometimes found those eyes looking wonderingly into the raging depths of the furnace, and fearfully and pityingly at him, as if she thought him in some dreadful danger.
Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin
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Then, handing me over to the conductor, he and the fireman sprinted toward the engine way up the tracks.
Olive Ann Burns. Cold Sassy Tree, p.81 (1984)
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“But, if it ‘ll do you any good, I ‘m a fireman on the China steamers, and, as I said, I ‘m goin’ to see fair play. That ‘s my business. Your business is to give fair play. So pitch in, and don’t be all night about it.”