For hours during the day the place slumbers, and a passenger gliding by in the express may well wonder why a station was built at all in the midst of trees and hedges without so much as a single visible house.
But by night and very early in the morning there is bustle enough.

Then the white painted cattle pen yonder, from which the animals are forced into the cattle trucks, is full of frightened beasts, lowing doubtfully, and only goaded in by the resounding blows upon their backs.

Then the sheep file in in more patient ranks, but also doubtful and bleating as they go.

An engine snorts to and fro, shunting coal waggons on to the siding--coal for the traction engines, and to be consumed in threshing out the golden harvest around.

Signalmen, with red and green lights, rush hither and thither, the bull's-eyes now concealed by the trucks, and now flashing out brightly like strange will-o'-the-wisps.