They make us cross the labyrinth of hazy rails, and crowd us along a dark, covered platform between iron pillars.
And there, suddenly, we see that we are alone.
* * * * * * The town--and life--are yonder, beyond that dismal plain of rails, paths, low buildings and mists which surrounds us to the end of sight.
A chilliness is edging in along with twilight, and falling on our perspiration and our enthusiasm.

We fidget and wait.

It goes gray, and then black.

The night comes to imprison us in its infinite narrowness.

We shiver and can see nothing more.