The old kerosene3 headlight, standing4 out before the boiler5 on its primitive6 bracket, broke the compact whiteness for only a yard or two and even to that distance the engineer’s concentrated, searching gaze was embarrassed by the mist which seemed waiting, eager to condense again. It must have seemed odd to the cautious engineer that his locomotive could be forever moving into this solid mass without any noise of the collision. He was a substitute that night, and he hoped never, never again to be given a run in that region which wore a snowy death shroud7.
The little, stubby train rattled8 slowly past Hickson Crossing, never, stopping. The engineer did not see the shed. It passed Hawley’s, too, then backed up to it. Here it was necessary to set a freight case down on the platform and the engineer improved the time of waiting by wiping off the glass and the reflector of his headlight. The murky9 atmosphere prevented the little chimney from drawing and the interior of the headlight was as black as the fog was white. When the train left Hawley’s it was four hours and two minutes late and still gaining—in lateness.
Within the single passenger car was a scene like unto the harrowing scenes in starving Russia. All oblivious10 to this, Hink the conductor sat at the end of the car, his feet sprawled11 upon the reversed seat in front of him, unconscious of the groans12 of anguish13, sweetly ignorant of threats and sighs, and imprecations, wrapped in the innocent slumber14 which shielded his senses from the mumbled15 profanity which filled the air and could not get out because the windows stuck and would not open. He had not awakened16 at Hickson Crossing because the train forgot to stop there, but at Hawley’s he had awakened, attended to his brief duties and gone to sleep again. He had a way of awakening17 automatically whenever the train stopped. It seemed as if there might have been a wire connected with him.
Striding back and forth18 in the uncarpeted aisle19, like a restless lion in its cage, was a distinguished20 looking elderly man wearing gold spectacles. He was the very picture of physical impatience21 and pent up wrath22. This was Mr. A. Pylor Koyn, head of the firm of Koyn & Minter and he was not accustomed to being delayed, much less starved.
“This is without exception positively23 the most outrageous24 thing I have ever known,” he said, addressing everybody, apparently25. “I’ve been in this crawling dungeon26 for over five hours. First it was a hot box, then it was a broken coupling, now it’s a fog. Next it will be a flood, I suppose.”
“The more the merrier, boss,” said a young fellow who was playing cards with another young fellow. “It’s all in the game. Anything for adventure; here’s where I trump27 your ace28 of diamonds. Right.”
“I’ve given up all hope of eating,” said Mr. A. Pylor Koyn.
“It’s most exasperating,” said a lady who was seated with a young girl, evidently her daughter.
“Oh, I think it’s fun,” said the girl.
“Dis you call vun?” vociferated a young man with long hair. He was just reaching for a violin case in the rack above him in the persistent30 hope that the next station would be his. Seventeen times, when the train had stopped with apparently not the slightest reason, had he reached for that coffin31-like case, only to leave it where it was, his hopes dashed. But still he hoped.
“Dis, you call dis fest drrevels in America,” he said. “Dere is going to be do-night ah dance I should miss it?”
“Give us a tune32, Trotsky,” called a young West Pointer who was sitting on a seat arm watching the card game.
“It’s just like camping,” said the young girl, merrily.
“I almost feel I would prefer camping to this,” said her mother, with good-humored resignation.
“Anything would be better than this,” ejaculated Mr. A. Pylor Koyn. “The grave would be better than this. I come into the country for a few days’ rest and quiet, and simple, wholesome33 food, and here I am starving! Not a bite to eat since we left Skinner City. Fresh air! Why it’s worse than the subway in here. I’ll suffocate34 if this keeps on. Not a drop of water in the cooler! This is awful—simply awful. Ten minutes more and I’ll get out and walk.”
“I’d have gotten out half an hour ago if it wasn’t for the fog,” said the young officer. “Stepping out of this train here would be like stepping out of a submarine.”
“No submarine was ever like this,” said one of the young card players, cheerily.
“I could go to Philadelphia and back—” began Mr. Koyn.
“They can’t stop the fog,” reasoned the other card player.
“They can stop broken couplings and hot boxes and they can have lights on their locomotives instead of kitchen lamps,” Mr. Koyn blustered35.
“They might at least have the windows so they would open,” said the lady.
“Absolutely,” said one of the young card players, intent on his game; “then some of the fog could get in and there’d be less of it outside and we could get along faster. Good idea.”
“I intend to get out at the next station,” said Mr. A. Pylor Koyn, in the manner of delivering an ultimatum36. “There is a limit to human patience. Where there’s a station there must be a house of some sort and I’ll get in if it has a door. I am going to get out of this at the next station!” “So am I,” said the young officer; “the next is Snailsdale Manor37.”
“Oh, I just hope we don’t get there,” said the girl. “It’s just like travelling across the desert fifty years ago. I think it’s romantic.”
“I’m glad there are tracks under us,” said the young officer.
“Don’t say anything, they might break or disappear,” said one of the young fellows.
The conversation lagged. The card game went on. The young Russian seemed ready to reach for his miniature coffin at the least jerk. Mr. A. Pylor Koyn continued striding back and forth in the aisle. Conductor Hink slept.
Suddenly the rumbling39 was more clamorous40, the front car bunked41 against the engine, the second car bunked against the first car, the stubby little train seemed trying to hold itself back and A. Pylor Koyn lost his balance and nearly fell over the lap of the young Russian who was reaching for his violin case.
“At last! Thank Heaven!” said the lady.
“Too good to be true,” said the young officer.
“Your deal,” said one of the card players unperturbed.
Just then, Hink, the conductor, arose with a start. He had never been known to fail to rouse himself at the right moment.
“Snailsdale Manor!” he called. “A-a-a-l-l out for Snailsdale Manor!”
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kerosene
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boiler
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rattled
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murky
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slumber
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aisle
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distinguished
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impatience
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positively
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outrageous
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dungeon
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trump
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coffin
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tune
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ultimatum
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rumbling
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clamorous
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bunked
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