Up and up shot the column as if it meant to pierce the blue sky.
Up shot the big airship, like a bird released from captivity.
Up shot the hand, down slid the hat, and Sandy was quite hidden away again.
Up shot the glorious sun, and never shall I forget the scene of gorgeous magnificence his bright rays lighted.
Up shot the "Pax" higher and higher, and the expansion, the explosion, and the awful fall came as a chain of consequences.
Up shot the cheery red flames, and the blue smoke curled merrily away as the wood crackled joyously.
But the up shot was that I found the case straight enough to all appearances.
Up shot the glittering, quivering tentacle of Rosium, vibrating for a few moments like a thread of silver.
Up shot the aircraft, the propellers whirling around like blades of light.
Then up shot another and another shaft of light, radiating from a point just below the horizon, like the spokes of a wheel.