He saw the gleam of a big head light;
An east-bound stock run hummed the rail,
It was due at the switch to clear the mail.
As she pulled up close the head-end “shack”
Threw the switch to the passing track,
The stock rolled in and off the main,
The line was clear for the west-bound train.
As she hove in sight far up the track,
She was working steam with the brake shoes slack;
Whistling once at the whistling post,