Looking back towards the Line from the track leading to Smiddyhill
The Line is marked by the hedge in the middle distance, Mormond Hill beyond that.
In his essay 'The Last Journey', David Toulmin describes the struggle single engines had hauling long goods trains heavy with fish, potatoes or grain along this section of the Line as being: 'a sair trauchle on the gradients, and round the base of Mormond Hill the local folk swore the engine was alive and complaining sorely of its tormentors. Approaching the hill the engine would puff slower and slower as if in apprehension of its task, the smoke from the lum would get thicker and blacker as the fireman shovelled more and more coals into its flaming belly,. 'Wull I m-a-n-a-g-e, W-u-l-l I m-a-n-a-g-e, W-u-l-l I m-a-n-a-g-e, W-u-l-l I m-a-n-a-g-e...' This was the rhythm of the engine on the steepest part of the brae, and to get its vocal effect you must repeat in slow motion. Half way up and a regaining of confidence brought forth 'I t-h-i-n-k I w-u-l-l, I t-h-i-n-k I wull, I think I wull, I think I wull..' and on reaching the summit the chooking of the engine became an exhilaration as it sped away on level ground with quickening pulse to the tune of 'I ken't I wid, I ken't I wid, I ken't I wid!', this one as fast as your tongue can go.' |
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