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The Northern Spirit
Cold autumn air swirled around the mountain top that night with the ocean waves crashing against the rocks below. The moon hung full above the clouds, gleaming down on a certain express train running down the mountainside.
Consisting of ten brightly-lit blue coaches with golden fringes, the head of the express was a towering G3 steam locomotive named Marklin. He had blue paintwork which reflected the light of the moon, three driving wheels connected by a golden coupling-rod, and seven headlights each of a different color.
The Express was called The Northern Star.
The Northern Star thundered down the endless tracks. Marklin's headlights shone forth with golden fumes flying from his smokestack. In the cab, the engineer, Casey, was reading a map, marking off stations that they had stopped at, while, the fireman, Richard, shoveled golden coal into the heart of the engine, the firebox.
The Express Speeded through forests, the natural green colors of the trees changed to gold as the fumes tickled them softly. Nearby campers questioned to themselves was it an early fall.
The Express passed by a small farm, causing the farm animals to grow wings and fly away. The passengers were amazed when they saw animals flying alongside the train.
Over a large, rocky hill, crossed a trestle that stood high above a rushing stream, combed through a desert, and whistled through a long tunnel. The Northern Star never slowed...
Consisting of ten brightly-lit blue coaches with golden fringes, the head of the express was a towering G3 steam locomotive named Marklin. He had blue paintwork which reflected the light of the moon, three driving wheels connected by a golden coupling-rod, and seven headlights each of a different color.
The Express was called The Northern Star.
The Northern Star thundered down the endless tracks. Marklin's headlights shone forth with golden fumes flying from his smokestack. In the cab, the engineer, Casey, was reading a map, marking off stations that they had stopped at, while, the fireman, Richard, shoveled golden coal into the heart of the engine, the firebox.
The Express Speeded through forests, the natural green colors of the trees changed to gold as the fumes tickled them softly. Nearby campers questioned to themselves was it an early fall.
The Express passed by a small farm, causing the farm animals to grow wings and fly away. The passengers were amazed when they saw animals flying alongside the train.
Over a large, rocky hill, crossed a trestle that stood high above a rushing stream, combed through a desert, and whistled through a long tunnel. The Northern Star never slowed...
