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hard job to do it, but I finally succeeded and it wasn't 

 many minutes before the headlight of the freight train 

 showed some five miles up the rail. During the time I 

 was anxiously awaiting the arrival of the freight, and 

 speculating in my mind whether Sam would have sense 

 enough to be on board of her, I noticed that the engine 

 driver was very busy at some portion of the machinery 

 that he had apparently discovered to be out of order. At 

 last the freight train swung in on the siding, and running 

 down towards the caboose I met Sam coming towards me 

 puffing like a grampus, and between puffs trying to roast 

 somebody for leaving him behind. We had been delayed 

 eighteen minutes, and that is how a lobster stopped a 

 Grand Trunk express. It is scarcely necessary to add 

 that the road was then run in a very different fashion 

 from what it is now. 



