The rapidity and voracity with which the iron horse quenches his thirst from one of these enormous goblets which, brimming full, await him at various intervals on his wild careering across the country, are all but incredible to those who have not seen him partaking.
Parched and thirsty, he pauses for a moment or two to refresh himself with the cooling torrent which pours itself into his enormous jaws at a fearful rate, when lo! before apparently all the passengers have alighted or embarked, his thirst is slaked and he is off again.—The Erie Railway Tourist, 1874, p. 9.
