Stokers and pokers : $b or, The London and North-Western Railway, the electric telegraph, and the railway clearing-houseHead, Francis Bond, Sir
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Stokers and pokers : $b or, The London and North-Western Railway, the electric telegraph, and the railway clearing-house
Head, Francis Bond, Sir
London and North-Western Railway; Railway Clearing House (London, England); Telegraph -- Great Britain
About four minutes after the up-train has been authorised by the
air-pipe to leave Camden Station, the guard who stands listening
for it at the Euston tunnel, just as a deaf man puts his ear to a
trumpet, announces by his flag its immediate approach; on which the
signal-man at the little office on Euston platform again touches
his trigger, which violently convulsing his bell as before, the
cab-horses begin to move their feet, raise their jaded heads,
prick up their ears, and champ their bits; the servants in livery
turn their powdered heads round; the Company’s porters, emerging
from various points, quickly advance to their respective stations;
and this suspense continues until in a second or two there is
seen darting out of the tunnel, like a serpent from its hole, the
long dark-coloured dusty train, which, by a tortuous movement, is
apparently advancing at its full speed. But the bank-riders, by
applying their breaks--without which the engineless train merely by
its own gravity would have descended the incline from Camden Station
at the rate of forty miles an hour--soon slacken its speed, until the
Company’s porters at a brisk walk are preparing to unfasten one after
another the doors of all the carriages.
While they are performing this popular duty, numerous salutations,
and kissings of hands of all colours and sizes, are seen to pass
between several of the inmates of the passing train and those seated
in or on the motley line of conveyances standing stock still which
have been awaiting their arrival. A wife suddenly recognises her
husband, a mother her four children, a sister her two dear brothers;
Lord A. B. politely bows to Lady C. D.; John, from his remote
coach-box, grins with honest joy as faithful Susan glides by; while
Sally bashfully smiles at “a gentleman” in plush breeches reclining
in the rumble of the barouche behind it.
As soon as the train stops, a general “sauve qui peut” movement takes
place, and our readers have now an opportunity of observing that,
just as it is hard to _make_ money, easy to spend it, so, although
it consumes at least twenty minutes to fill and despatch a long
train, it scarcely requires as many seconds to empty one. Indeed, in
less than that short space of time the greater number of the railway
carriages are often empty!
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