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Many years ago in the mid 1920s, the Skarloey Railway was much different from how it is today. Back then, only Skarloey and Rheneas worked the line, and the big station at Crovan's Gate was much smaller, as were the little engines' sheds. Skarloey was at Crovan's Gate station waiting for a connection from James' fast local when Henry puffed in carrying a heavy goods train from Vicarstown. He looked at the train he was carrying and saw a flatbed loaded with a little, yellow saddle tank engine. "What's all of this for?" He asked.

"They're building a little railway from here to the port at Norramby, which I hear is going to be connected to yours. They've cut the way, graded it down, laid the ballast and rails, and now they just need an engine to run the railway." Henry explained.

"Hello, I'm Proteus!" The little engine said.

"Very nice to meet you. I'm Skarloey." Replied Skarloey.

Description
Many years ago in the mid 1920s, the Skarloey Railway was much different from how it is today. Back then, only Skarloey and Rheneas worked the line, and the big station at Crovan's Gate was much smaller, as were the little engines' sheds. Skarloey was at Crovan's Gate station waiting for a connection from James' fast local when Henry puffed in carrying a heavy goods train from Vicarstown. He looked at the train he was carrying and saw a flatbed loaded with a little, yellow saddle tank engine. "What's all of this for?" He asked.

"They're building a little railway from here to the port at Norramby, which I hear is going to be connected to yours. They've cut the way, graded it down, laid the ballast and rails, and now they just need an engine to run the railway." Henry explained.

"Hello, I'm Proteus!" The little engine said.

"Very nice to meet you. I'm Skarloey." Replied Skarloey.