WILLY'S TRAVELS ON THE RAILROAD. INTENDED FOR YOUNG CHILDREN. BY MRS. MARCET. LONDON: PRINTED FOR LONGMAN, BROWN, GREEN, & LONGMANS, PATERNOSTER-ROW. 1847. LONDON: SPOTTISWOODE and SHAW, New-street-Square. CONTENTS. THE RAILROAD. THE SPOILED CHILD. THE TUNNEL. OLD AND YOUNG. THE THIRD CLASS CARRIAGES, OR THE MARKET GIRL. THE INN. THE ARBORETUM. CHILDREN'S GAMBOLS. THE FACTORY. THE FARM. TREES. THE FACTORY VISITED. THE COUNTRY HOUSE. THE GARDENER. THE LITTLE COWARD. THE LITTLE COWARD (CONTINUED). THE LITTLE WASHERWOMAN. THE RETURN TO OLD FRIENDS. WILLY'S TRAVELS ON THE RAILROAD. THE RAILROAD. Willy, when he was six years old, went with his Papa and Mamma to take a long journey. He had but a confused notion what a long journey was; and knew nothing of the railroad by which they were to travel. When they reached the _station_ from which the train of carriages set out, Willy was at first bewildered by the novelty of the scene, and by the bustle which takes place in settling all the passengers and their luggage. He felt a little awed by the strangeness of every thing around him; but looking about, and seeing nothing to be afraid of, he took courage, and began to observe and ask questions as usual. "You thought we should be too late, Mamma," said he, "but you see we are in very good time, for the horses are not yet put to any of the carriages." "They go without horses," replied his Mother. "Without horses!" repeated he; "how can those great coaches go on without horses? There must be somebody to push or to pull them, for they cannot move by themselves." "There is some_thing_, not some_body_," said his Mother, "which makes them move, and here it comes." Willy at that instant heard a great rumbling noise, and, turning round, he saw a strange-looking carriage full of fire inside, and, as it rolled on, it made a terrible whizzing noise, and a great deal of white smoke came out of it. Willy thought that it was on fire, and he drew his Mamma back, crying out, "O Mamma! it will burn us." But she answered, "No, no, it will make us go on. Look at the two men upon that carriage, they are not hurt by riding on it, nor shall we be hurt when our carriages are drawn by it." "What is it, then?" asked Willy; "it looks like a live monster, more than like a carriage?"