In the wind and grime of war, how long since we parted? At Chiang-han, bright autumns waste away.

Yet, in the very centre of the crowd, To keep the secret of a poignant scorn, Howe'er to airy Demons suitable, Of all unsocial courses, is least fit For the gross spirit of mankind, — the one That soonest fails to please, and quickliest turns Into vexation.

There are eight 4-wheel coaches of the open toastrack type, but provided with roofs, and during the holiday season, usually beginning at Whitsuntide, trains are run as required on the one-engine-in-steam principle.

But they also share a secret language and keep a drawerful of mundane treasures that have meaning only for them.