Dragon in the tunnel.

The first time I saw a train, I was standing upon a wooded slope outside a funnel in the foothills near Simla in India. abruptly with a shrill whistle and a great split open of steam, a green and black engine came snorting without of the darkness.

I revolveed and ran to my father. "A dragon!" I exclaimed "There's a dragon coming on the outside of its cave!"

Since then, steam engines and dragons have always inspired the same feelings in me--wonder awe, and delight. I would like to diocese a real dragon individual day--green and gold--and, because I have always preferr the reluctant