The road led nearly up to it, and then diverged towards the north.

Leaving the road I made towards the light by a lane, and soon came to a railroad station.
"You won't have long to wait, sir," said a man, "the train to Holyhead will be here presently." "How far is it to Holyhead ?" said I.
"Two miles, sir, and the fare is only sixpence." "I despise railroads," said I, "and those who travel by them," and without waiting for an answer returned to the road.

Presently I heard the train--it stopped for a minute at the station, and then continuing its course passed me on my left hand, voiding fierce sparks, and making a terrible noise--the road was a melancholy one; my footsteps sounded hollow upon it.

I seemed to be its only traveller--a wall extended for a long, long way on my left.

At length I came to a turnpike.