What is "gasometer"

Usage examples of "gasometer".

The diving tank was a grey-painted gasometer, reinforced with crisscross girders.

The gasometer consists of two iron cans, the lower one being open at the top and filled with water and the upper one open at the bottom and suspended by a counterweight.

A two-way cock permits the admission of gas into the gasometer and thence into the testing box.

Lisette looked like a gasometer on legs was that she was at least eight months pregnant.

He stared at the gasometer, wondering how he was going to pass the afternoon.

The gasometer had deflated quite a lot to reveal behind it a canning factory, a church and a building that was probably Kenbourne town hall.

The only annoying thing was that the Nurse kept coming in and out, and every time she came in, she brought a gigantic toy with her - a huge doll, bigger than Jill herself, a wooden horse on wheels, about the size of an elephant, a drum that looked like a young gasometer, and a woolly lamb.

On one side of this gasometer begins a region of disappointed fields, which, however, has hardly begun before a railway embankment cuts across, at an angle convenient for its entirely obscuring the few meadows and trees that in this desolate land do duty for a countryside.

For a street boasting the best view, as it runs out its sordid line longer than the rest, is proudly called Gasometer Street.

Some of the streets that are denied the gasometer cluster narrow and dark, hardly built twenty years perhaps, yet long since drearily old,--with the unattractive antiquity of old iron and old clothes,--round a mouldy little chapel, in what we can only describe as the Wesleyan Methodist style of architecture.

Well, at all events, it is to Gasometer Street and New Zion that you are respectfully invited, and before you decline the invitation with a shrug, I will tell you this about the Gasometer.

Yes, and that French poet passed the gasometer on his way to New Zion.

CHAPTER II INTRODUCES MORE UNROMANTIC MATERIAL That French poet only concerns us here as, so to say, the highest light in the contrast which it was the happy business of Theophilus Londonderry, Jenny Talbot, and two or three devoted friends to make in the vicinity of Gasometer Street and indeed in little Coalchester at large.

There were immense dark avenues separating heavy gasometers standing one behind another, like monstrous columns, unequally high and, undoubtedly, in the past the supports of some tremendous, some fearful iron edifice.

As the wind pushes the balloon against the gasometers, it is necessary to steady it now and then, to avoid an accident at the start.