Pot or double follower

Usage examples of boiler.

The fireball also blew the aft stack apart, and with it the number-two boiler, which caused a steam explosion from the idling high-pressure steam drum.

A little pipe coiled away behind the hutches and disappeared over the railings into the boiler below.

If they lost power now there would be no main coolant pumps circulating hot water to the boilers, no steam and no turbine generators.

Those prisoners with boilers hexed to them are issued enough culm and low-grade coke to work.

Tech Area: physicists from the cyclotron shack, soldiers from the boiler house, doctors from the medical labs, office clerks and, in front, the Indians who swept every building.

Right now they were too interested in eviscerating rats in the boiler room to install a new pane anyway.

A baffle wall has been built in the combustion chamber, which compels the gases to pass downward and to divide through two openings before they reach the boiler shell.

For sampling the gases in the smokebox of the horizontal return-tubular boiler, a special flue-gas sampler was designed, in order to obtain a composite sample of the gases escaping from the boiler.

Once more we felt truly grateful to the Viceroy and the Prince who so promptly and so considerately had supplied all our wants, and whose kindness would convert our southern cruise into a holiday gite, without the imminent deadly risk of a burst boiler.

If the pillar of smoke were visible at sunrise, and Walker could possibly manage to fire the boilers, Boyle suggested that some sailors in the jolly-boat should sound a channel along which the vessel itself might steam slowly towards Guanaco Hill.

Even a double boiler, which Keely had always secretly wanted, yet never purchased for herself.

The steam, in turn, rotated a turbine generator wbich-along with other boilers and turbines at Cberokee-supplied almost three quarters of a million kilowatts to power-hungry Denver and environs.

The ridiculously low total would make more than one land speculator moan, curse and cry in his beer, for along with the abandoned rendering plant went fifty acres of land bordering the Intracoastal Waterway, a sturdy pier built to hold a hundred and fifty foot pogy boat in winds up to near hurricane force, three large buildings, two small houses, assorted boilers and pipes and other odds and ends of rusting machinery, a loft filled with rotting nets and bags of used net floats, three beached purse boats with gasoline motors still mounted and usable after overhaul and six huge storage tanks which had been erected to store the rendered menhaden oil pending shipment to fertilizer and pet food plants further inland.

Someone with an inventive turn of mind had rigged a gadget, powered by a float bobbing in the water, which at irregular intervals jerked a clanging sheet of metal against the main boiler to discourage fishingbirds from perching there and smutching the reflectors with their droppings.

They work constantly, they are often camouflaged against being sighted from the air, they have low-pressure boilers to force steam through the mash, they use car mufflers and truck radiators soldered together and buried in dammed-up stream beds for condensers, and since everything is haste, they make the sorriest liquor.