The Wild Fawn by Mary Imlay Taylor

IT was a clear, starry night, and the long black plume of smoke from the engine was plainly visible as the train rounded the curve and came slowly up to the station. It seemed to approach solemnly, with a certain portentous stateliness, its long line of lighted cars mysteriously welded together and suggesting a giant caterpillar suffering from internal conflagration.

The soft spring night, so illusive in its fragrance and its stillness, was suddenly riven by the fierce clamor of the monster's bell, and the long platform of the station shook and trembled under foot.