How much more was that true thirty years ago.

On this especial line there were only two stations-Liskane and St.Lowe, and, of a certainty, these stations would not even now be in existence were it not that St.Lowe was a fishing centre of very great importance.
The little district that comprehended St.Lowe, Garth in Roselands, Stoep in Roselands, Lucent-Polwint, Rafiel, and all the smaller hamlets around them, was fed by this line; but, even so, the little train was never crowded.

Tourists did not, and even now do not, go to Polwint and St.Lowe because "they smell so fishy," nor to Rafield "because it's too far from the railway," nor to the Roseland valleys "because there's nothing to see there.", May these reasons hold good for many years to come! Today there were three farmers in brown leggings, with pipes, and thick knotted walking-sticks, two or three women with baskets, and a child or so, and an amiable, absent-minded clergyman in a black cloth so faded that it was now green, reading The Times, and shaking his head over it as he stumbled up and down the platform.

One of the farmers had a large, woolly sheep-dog, who, of course, excited Hamlet to a frenzy.

Jeremy, therefore, had his time fully occupied in checking this; but he had, nevertheless, the opportunity to observe how one of the farmers puffed the smoke out of his cheeks as though he were an engine; how one of the women, with a back as broad as a wall, had red stockings; and how the clergyman nearly fell on to the railway-line every time he turned round, and only saved himself from disaster by a miracle.