A yellow dog, his property, scrambled from beneath it, and rushing out of the door and to the farther end of the platform, barked furiously.

Cephas Baker, who lives across the road from the depot, slouched down to his front gate.
His wife opened the door of her kitchen and stood there, her wet arms wrapped in her apron.

The five Baker children tore round the corner of the house, over the back fence, and lined up, whooping joyously, on the platform.

A cloud of white smoke billowed above the clump of cedars at the bend of the track.

Then the locomotive rounded the curve and bore down upon the station.
"Stand still, I tell you!" shouted Gabe, addressing the horse.
Dan'l Webster opened one eye, closed it and relapsed into slumber.
The train, a combination baggage car and smoker, two freight cars and a passenger coach, rolled ponderously alongside the platform.