Heinrich505
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The early morning sun is well up now, as the last few engines are moved out of the roundhouse. It's mid November so it is cold, even in the wan early morning sun. It's even colder in the shade of the roundhouse.
Harald Kosinsky, one of the hostlers, pauses to watch as K4s 5038 takes a "spin" on the roundhouse bridge. She's one of the few that still sport the smoke deflectors. Harald likes the look of them. They call them elephant ears back in Europe. 5038 is a good engine - he's moved that one many times before out into the yard.
To the right of the turntable, he sees a line of cabin cars roll past, being pulled by one of the old E6s "Atlantics," number 460, the last of the 4-4-2s that probably won't be around for too much longer. That thought saddens him a bit.
Then his attention is drawn to Ilsa 4275, the big Decapod, that he pulled out of the roundhouse earlier, when it was still dark and frost was on the ground. She is already huffing and puffing away with a long load of coal cars, bound for who knows where.
Harald wonders if he will ever get the promotion to running the big steamers. He shivers in the cold, and then hears the shop foreman yell, "Hey, Ski, break times over. Get that last engine out to yard track 4." He waves acknowledgement and wipes the grime off his hands as he heads to the next engine.
Harald Kosinsky, one of the hostlers, pauses to watch as K4s 5038 takes a "spin" on the roundhouse bridge. She's one of the few that still sport the smoke deflectors. Harald likes the look of them. They call them elephant ears back in Europe. 5038 is a good engine - he's moved that one many times before out into the yard.
To the right of the turntable, he sees a line of cabin cars roll past, being pulled by one of the old E6s "Atlantics," number 460, the last of the 4-4-2s that probably won't be around for too much longer. That thought saddens him a bit.
Then his attention is drawn to Ilsa 4275, the big Decapod, that he pulled out of the roundhouse earlier, when it was still dark and frost was on the ground. She is already huffing and puffing away with a long load of coal cars, bound for who knows where.
Harald wonders if he will ever get the promotion to running the big steamers. He shivers in the cold, and then hears the shop foreman yell, "Hey, Ski, break times over. Get that last engine out to yard track 4." He waves acknowledgement and wipes the grime off his hands as he heads to the next engine.