But here's the train.

" The engine had already whistled in the distance.

A few instants later the platform was quivering, and with puffs of steam hanging low in the air from the frost, the engine rolled up, with the lever of the middle wheel rhythmically moving up and down, and the stooping figure of the engine-driver covered with frost.

Behind the tender, setting the platform more and more slowly swaying, came the luggage van with a dog whining in it.