Thursday 20 August 2015

Inkling Explorations and Railways


                        

Well, it is once again time for Inkling Explorations. This month has a gorgeous theme: a scene happening around a train or a train station.

I know the possibilities are endless, and I spent quite some time thinking on them. When I heard the theme I immediately thiught of North & South, Miss Potter and several other heartwarming goodbyes or reunions between lovers, but on further thought I remembered what my absolute favourite railway scene is.

It is from "Rilla of Ingleside", which in itself has quite its share of train station scenes, but the one that tuches me the most and bring me near tears everytime is this scene near the end of the book where Jem Blythe returns and is welcomed by his faithful dog, who has been waiting for him for four years:


"One spring day, when the daffodils were blowing on the Ingleside lawn, and the banks of the brook in Rainbow Valley were sweet with white and purple violets, the little, lazy afternoon accommodation train pulled into the Glen station. It was very seldom that passengers for the Glen came by that train, so nobody was there to meet it except the new station agent and a small black-and-yellow dog, who for four and a half years had met every train that had steamed into Glen St. Mary. Thousands of trains had Dog Monday met and never had the boy he waited and watched for returned. Yet still Dog Monday watched on with eyes that never quite lost hope. Perhaps his dog-heart failed him at times; he was growing old and rheumatic; when he walked back to his kennel after each train had gone his gait was very sober now--he never trotted but went slowly with a drooping head and a depressed tail that had quite lost its old saucy uplift.

One passenger stepped off the train--a tall fellow in a faded lieutenant's uniform, who walked with a barely perceptible limp. He had a bronzed face and there were some grey hairs in the ruddy curls that clustered around his forehead. The new station agent looked at him anxiously. He was used to seeing the khaki-clad figures come off the train, some met by a tumultuous crowd, others, who had sent no word of their coming, stepping off quietly like this one. But there was a certain distinction of bearing and features in this soldier that caught his attention and made him wonder a little more interestedly who he was.

A black-and-yellow streak shot past the station agent. Dog Monday stiff? Dog Monday rheumatic? Dog Monday old? Never believe it. Dog Monday was a young pup, gone clean mad with rejuvenating joy.

He flung himself against the tall soldier, with a bark that choked in his throat from sheer rapture. He flung himself on the ground and writhed in a frenzy of welcome. He tried to climb the soldier's khaki legs and slipped down and groveled in an ecstasy that seemed as if it must tear his little body in pieces. He licked his boots and when the lieutenant had, with laughter on his lips and tears in his eyes, succeeded in gathering the little creature up in his arms Dog Monday laid his head on the khaki shoulder and licked the sunburned neck, making queer sounds between barks and sobs.

The station agent had heard the story of Dog Monday. He knew now who the returned soldier was. Dog Monday's long vigil was ended. Jem Blythe had come home."


For more beautiful train related scenes or stories, don't forget to check out the link-up at Sharing the Journey.

8 comments:

  1. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. THIS SCENE. It's beyond amazing. Gah, it makes me cry. :-)

    (And I'm not even crazy about dogs.)

    ~ Naomi

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    1. I KNOW! It it the most touching scene in the entire book.

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  2. Oh. This. Scene!!! It gets me every time! (Yup, I can feel the achy tingles and the tears are hovering.... ;P) I hadn't thought of it at all in connection to this month and I'm so glad you did it! :)

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    1. I'm so glad you liked it, Heidi.
      I also had to search my literary memory for quite a while before it popped up - not quite the kind of scene you envision when you think of railways;)

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  3. Yup, you made me cry. Perfectly wonderful!!!

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    1. You are definitely not alone in that sentiment, Hamlette.
      I tear up every single time I read it (even when I skimmed it fover before publishing the post)

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  4. This book is one of my favorites and, oh,this scene......so sweet!!!!!
    I can't tell how many tears I've shed over this story. Lovely selection!

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    1. It's one of my favourite books too...and definitely the one with most feels in that series (which is saying quite a lot)

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