A. W. Long 
Irish Sport of Yesterday 

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. After we had left some small station the train suddenly came to a halt, and the guard, engine driver and fireman held an excited conversation on the line: after a considerable time we learnt from a fellow-passenger that the train’s staff had been left behind at the last station and that the guard dare not proceed without it. Further questioning informed us that we were on a single line, and that no train was allowed to leave the station without the staff for the next station. It looked as though we were stuck indefinitely, but luck was with us the guard suddenly appeared to go mad, yelling, and blowing his whistle, and waving his arms at a man riding a bicycle on the road, which at this point ran parallel with the rail way line. It seemed that the cyclist was a friend of the guard’s, and, after the promise of gallons of porter, was induced to ride back to the last station, with a note to the station master to hand over the staff without delay.