Kokhan, two hours to stop.

It is night.

The majority of the travelers have already taken up their sleeping quarters in the car, and do not care to alight.
Here am I on the platform, walking the deck as I smoke.

This is rather an important station, and from the engine house comes a more powerful locomotive than those which have brought the train along since we left Uzun Ada.

These early engines were all very well as long as the line lay over an almost horizontal plain.