internal fire box

fire box | combustion chamber | hearth

fire compartment [ fire box | box ]

tubular furnace-wall | watertube fire-box wall

non-mechanical fire-box

combustion chamber [ fire box | furnace | firebox ]

fire protection [ firefighting | protection against fire | fire control(UNBIS) | fire prevention(UNBIS) ]

Providing that, in the case of locomotives of such dimensions, in the diameter of that portion of the boiler between the front of cab and the forward end of the course adjoining the fire box a 10-inch width cannot be obtained without extending beyond the side clearance allowance, the width of running-board may be reduced to a minimum of 5 1/2 inches widening to 10 inches as the reducing diameter of the boiler permits.

I do not deny that it is a tool in the tool box but, when you think about it, almost every feature of it is dealing with a problem after the fact that the problem has occurred — firing power after a problem has occurred, a grievance procedure after something needs to be grieved, a serious incident investigation after a serious incident.

If we could develop a long-span wood structure that was fire resistant and comparable in price to open web steel joists, then maybe people would use it to build a mall or a big box store.

I live in the heart of a lost country yet one I've never left I was born here I'll die here a country that is no more but follows me everywhere I'd like to get out which I couldn't do they'd like to drive me out which they couldn't do sometimes it's so small that despite its great river and its lakes it's no bigger than a teardrop and sometimes so huge it goes on forever I took possession of it at birth proud discoverer out of my mother's womb like a caravel come from far beyond La Rochelle a country like the one I built in my childhood on Lake Saint Pierre among the cattails and reeds I put down my roots in the soil of legends so that t ...[+++]he tree of my life draws the sap of poetry there a country of summers where fire my friend comes down from the zenith to swim with me a country of autumns where my inner forests sang flames of all colors a northern country with frosty eyes ice storm suns burning on snow a country where big flakes of snow geese melted into the pure air of spring in my country we're so crazy for beauty that meadow flowers turn into swallows and fly off on feathers of blue fragrance so crazy with music the icicles on the eves sound like a glass keyboard under little mallets of cold so crazy with magic that we see trees in January turn into great snowy owls under their down of frost so crazy for love that we stroke the skin of days and every river is a naked woman smiling on a bed of light no one dies in my country at every family gathering some of my most distant ancestors even those from 1663 from St-François du Havre de Grâce turn up with their instruments and start dancing if it happens one day I lose my lost country I'll become like the haggard homeless man who on winter nights at the end of a blind alley among trash and garbage cans makes his only home a dirty cardboard box