By Erin Jones, Regional Reporter, Sunday Mail, The Advertiser; November 18, 2017
FIRST came the unmistakeable vibrations, then the rumble, then the persistent “ker-thump, ker-thump” as the train rattled and rolled its way into town. The whistle sounded. The brakes creaked, then groaned, and then it screeched to a halt.
There were gentlemen at the station. And ladies, too. There were bankers and farmers and merchants. There were mums with young children in tow awaiting the arrival of the morning train, ready to board and be whisked away for an outing, a shopping trip or a visit to a relative or a doctor.
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