Heinrich505
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As Patrick approached the narrow neck entrance to the coal yard at Dearne on Sea, he was greeted with a mythic labyrinth of crisscrossing tracks and slip-switches. It was amazing that any train managed to navigate this without getting shunted onto the wrong sidings.

He was still seething at the idiot he had for a fireman. Mickey hadn’t said anything further since Lammas Junction, but kept up the coal fairly well and watched the water levels properly. As they passed through the narrow corridor that then opened out into the coal yard, he spotted their siding, right next to the rake of loaded coal wagons.
“Listen, fireman,” he said sternly to Mickey, “You aren’t from around here. You have many years before you can test for driver. If you have any hope of making that, you keep your mouth shut, eyes wide open, learn all you can about how things work here, and go along to get along. Otherwise, you’ll be taking fares as a bus conductor on a two storey local.”
Life on the railroad.