Ralph turned up the volume on his favourite Johnny Cash song. "Brilliant" he grinned. "I hear that train a comin', comin' round the bend". Ralph sang along with Johnny as he took his place in the ancient engine. The coal crib was full he noted, the amount split between the trip to Belmont City and back home again. He pondered the difference between the simplicity of the gauges and the high tech gadgetry of the new diesel trains.
"Hang in there old girl." he murmured to the engine. "You'll be rolling along the track in no time. Just like the old days with a sound like thunder and a blast from your whistle to let everyone at the Belmont station know you're pulling in one more time. And don't worry old girl, the crew got that boulder off the tracks last night. There will be no repeat of that misstep in 1841.|
A giant shudder ran through the framework of the old engine.