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“Ah, nom de wagon – lit!” said Madame Hortense, drawing in great lungfuks of smoke and blowing them through her funnel. “Zere eez nozzing like a good smoke when one’s nerves is all entanglement”. Presently they got the boiler hot, and soon Madame Hortense uttered a triumphant “Whoosh sh sh sh ssss”.

“Excellent”, said Parrot admiringly. “You’re in excellent voice, my dear Hortense”.

“Flatterer”, said Madame Hortense. “Whooshshshsh”.

“Now, Peter”, said Parrot, ‘just ease off the brake there a bit, and, Simon, you give Madame a little more stream”.

Very slowly at first, then with ever-increasing speed, the wheels started to turn.

“More of zee chuff-chuff, chuff-chuff, chuff-chuff, steam,” cried Madame Hortense. “Remove chuff-chuff, chuff, chuff-a-chuff chuff chuff, zee brake chuff- chuff, more of zee steam chuff-a-chuff, chuff-a-chuff, chuff-a-chuff, chuff-a-chuff chuff. “Alors, mes braves, we have started. Vive La France! Chuff-a-chuffa chuffa, chuffa-chuffa-chuffa, chuffa-chuffa-chuffa…”

“Wonderful!” shouted Simon. “Vive Madame Hortense”.

“Hear, hear,” shouted Parrot.

“Have you taken your pill?” yelled Dulcebell to Parrot. “You know you’re always trainsick”.

The little train gathered speed, clanking, rattling, and clinking along the rails, enveloped in clouds of steam, her boiler glowing like a ruby as Peter and Simon piled it with olive wood logs, heading toward the range of mountains that lay purple and black in the moonlight.

The ride up into the valley was tremendously exciting. The tiny railway wound to and fro, in and out of the towering cliffs of rock. It can over deep gorges where great white waterfalls glinted in the moonlight and where the river was pushed between jagged rocks so that it looked like the giant, glistening talons of some strange bird. Under the dark cliffs the children could see the green lights of fireflies, and the roar of many waterfalls and the clack and chuff of Madame Hortense’s progress they could hear the plaintive toink, toink of the skops owls calling in the trees.

“We are starting up zee’ill, chuff-a-chuff, chuff-a-chuff, chuff-a-chuff, panted Madame Hortense. “Make more zee steam”. So Peter and Simon pile more and more logs on, and the fire grew brighter and the sparks flew out, so that the little train left a trail like a comet as it chuffed on.

“Ha! Ha!” laughed Parrot, as Madame Hortense went faster and faster, her little wheels singing on the rails. “By Jove, you’re game, Hortense my dear. Always enjoy train travel, but with you it’s positively celestial’.

“Flatterer”, Madame Hortense panted, and gave a couple of shrill wheep, wheeps on her whistle to show how pleased she was.

When they were halfway up the mountainside she came to a panting, gasping halt in a cloud of steam.

(From ‘The Talking Parcel’ by G.Durrell)