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Downbound train rushes at a terrible pace, sulphuric fumes scorch the hands and face. Louder and louder the thunder crashes, brighter and brighter the lightning flashes, hotter and hotter the air becomes, out of the distance the Devil has come "Ha ha," says he, "'We're nearly home"
...they begged old Satin to stop that train