“A ‘Shunting We Will Go.”

You will stand enthralled by the glad chorus of the engines congregated in the yard preparatory to their long journeys, as they open up their throttles and give voice to that grand old song “A'Shunting We Will Go.”

This is virile, wholesome music; the songs are of joy and action; they are uplifting pæans to the wide open spaces, the wind and the rain and the beckoning hills; they are a challenge to the hothouse horrors masquerading as music and perpetrated with hammers on hardware.

Pursuing this train of thought we are suddenly brought to the terminus of our treatise, and so must rake out the fires of inspiration, and leave any further ideas on the siding.