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Round and round and I'm back! This from the car .... SX40
A long tale ... with a message... I'd never read it before so I've shared it in its entirety here.
"The little boy pressed his face against the window-pane
and looked out
at the bright sunshiny morning. The cobble-stones of
glistened like mica. In the trees, a breeze danced and
and shook drops of sunlight like falling golden coins into the brown
of the canal. Down stream slowly drifted a long string
piled with crimson cheeses. The little boy thought they
looked as if
they were roc's eggs, blocks of big ruby eggs. He said,
"Oh!" with delight,
and pressed against the window with all his might.
The golden cock on the top of the `Stadhuis' gleamed. His
beak was open
like a pair of scissors and a narrow piece of blue sky was wedged
"Cock-a-doodle-do," cried the little boy. "Can't you
through the window, Gold Cocky? Cock-a-doodle-do! You
when you see the eggs of your cousin, the great roc." But
the golden cock
stood stock still, with his fine tail blowing in the wind.
He could not understand the little boy, for he said "Cocorico"
when he said anything. But he was hung in the air to
swing, not to sing.
His eyes glittered to the bright West wind, and the crimson cheeses
drifted away down the canal.
It was very dull there in the big room. Outside in the
square, the wind
was playing tag with some fallen leaves. A man passed,
with a dogcart
beside him full of smart, new milkcans. They rattled
out a gay tune:
"Tiddity-tum-ti-ti. Have some milk for your tea. Cream
for your coffee
to drink to-night, thick, and smooth, and sweet, and white,"
and the man's sabots beat an accompaniment: "Plop! trop!
milk for your tea.
Plop! trop! drink it to-night." It was very pleasant
but it was lonely here in the big room. The little boy
gulped at a tear.
It was queer how dull all his toys were. They were so
Nothing was still in the square. If he took his eyes
away a moment
it had changed. The milkman had disappeared round the
there was only an old woman with a basket of green stuff on her
picking her way over the shiny stones. But the wind pulled
in the basket this way and that, and displayed them to beautiful
The sun patted them condescendingly on their flat surfaces, and
sprinkled with silver. The little boy sighed as he looked
at his disordered
toys on the floor. They were motionless, and their colours
The dark wainscoting absorbed the sun. There was none
left for toys.
The square was quite empty now. Only the wind ran round
and round it,
spinning. Away over in the corner where a street opened
into the square,
the wind had stopped. Stopped running, that is, for it
stopped spinning. It whirred, and whirled, and gyrated,
It burned like a great coloured sun. It hummed, and buzzed,
and darted. There were flashes of blue, and long smearing
lines of saffron,
and quick jabs of green. And over it all was a sheen
like a myriad
cut diamonds. Round and round it went, the huge wind-wheel,
and the little boy's head reeled with watching it. The
was filled with its rays, blazing and leaping round after one another,
faster and faster. The little boy could not speak, he
could only gaze,
staring in amaze.
The wind-wheel was coming down the square. Nearer and
nearer it came,
a great disk of spinning flame. It was opposite the window
and the little boy could see it plainly, but it was something more
than the wind which he saw. A man was carrying a huge
on his shoulder, and stuck in it were many little painted paper
each one scurrying round in the breeze. They were bright
and the sight was one to please anybody, and how much more a little
who had only stupid, motionless toys to enjoy.
The little boy clapped his hands, and his eyes danced and whizzed,
for the circling windmills made him dizzy. Closer and
came the windmill man, and held up his big fan to the little boy
in the window of the Ambassador's house. Only a pane
between the boy and the windmills. They slid round before
in rapidly revolving splendour. There were wheels and
wheels of colours --
big, little, thick, thin -- all one clear, perfect spin. The
dipped and raised them again, and the little boy's face was glued
to the window-pane. Oh! What a glorious, wonderful
Rings and rings of windy colour always moving! How had
any one ever preferred
those other toys which never stirred. "Nursie, come quickly. Look!
I want a windmill. See! It is never still. You
will buy me one, won't you?
I want that silver one, with the big ring of blue."
So a servant was sent to buy that one: silver, ringed
and smartly it twirled about in the servant's hands as he stood
to pay the vendor. Then he entered the house, and in
Locomotive #4012 is a a 4-8-8-4 Big Boy. The Big Boys were the longest (132'-10") and among the largest and most powerful steam locomotives in the world. Only eight of the original 25 exist today.
Located in Steamtown National Historic Site in Scranton, PA
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