Mugby Junction
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Mugby Junction was written in the year 1866 by Charles Dickens. This book is one of the most popular novels of Charles Dickens, and has been translated into several other languages around the world.
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Charles Dickens
Charles Dickens (1812-1870) was one of England's greatest writers. Best known for his classic serialized novels, such as Oliver Twist, A Tale of Two Cities, and Great Expectations, Dickens wrote about the London he lived in, the conditions of the poor, and the growing tensions between the classes. He achieved critical and popular international success in his lifetime and was honored with burial in Westminster Abbey.
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5This is a really interesting little book. Written as a series of 8 short stories, it begins when a man stops at an obscure junction station in the Midlands in the middle of a dark stormy night. The junction has 7 lines that leave it, heading in different directions. The idea is fairly simple, there is a story about what happenes down each of the lines. It doesn't quite work out like that, in that only one of the stories actually takes place on a voyage down one of these lines. The stories become journeys into the human psyche rather than through English geography. Written by Dickens and 4 different writers, the stories are a bit patchy, if I'm honest. That doesn't mean it's not without interest though. The story of the Signalman is a very quite scary ghost story - not at all in the usual line of Dickens. In all of them the railway runs as a theme, the characters all work on, in and with the railways. That makes the things hang together, but I did feel it would have benefitted from a final rounding story to match the initial opener.
As with any short story collection, there are peaks and troughs, but this went very well with a day spent travelling by train.
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Mugby Junction - Charles Dickens
978-963-526-918-1
Chapter 1
Barbox Brothers
1.
Guard! What place is this?
Mugby Junction, sir.
A windy place!
Yes, it mostly is, sir.
And looks comfortless indeed!
Yes, it generally does, sir.
Is it a rainy night still?
Pours, sir.
Open the door. I'll get out.
You'll have, sir,
said the guard, glistening with drops of wet, and looking at the tearful face of his watch by the light of his lantern as the traveller descended, three minutes here.
More, I think.—For I am not going on.
Thought you had a through ticket, sir?
So I have, but I shall sacrifice the rest of it. I want my luggage.
Please to come to the van and point it out, sir. Be good enough to look very sharp, sir. Not a moment to spare.
The guard hurried to the luggage van, and the traveller hurried after him. The guard got into it, and the traveller looked into it.
Those two large black portmanteaus in the corner where your light shines. Those are mine.
Name upon 'em, sir?
Barbox Brothers.
Stand clear, sir, if you please. One. Two. Right!
Lamp waved. Signal lights ahead already changing. Shriek from engine. Train gone.
Mugby Junction!
said the traveller, pulling up the woollen muffler round his throat with both hands. At past three o'clock of a tempestuous morning! So!
He spoke to himself. There was no one else to speak to. Perhaps, though there had been any one else to speak to, he would have preferred to speak to himself. Speaking to himself he spoke to a man within five years of fifty either way, who had turned grey too soon, like a neglected fire; a man of pondering habit, brooding carriage of the head, and suppressed internal voice; a man with many indications on him of having been much alone.
He stood unnoticed on the dreary platform, except by the rain and by the wind. Those two vigilant assailants made a rush at him. Very well,
said he, yielding. It signifies nothing to me to what quarter I turn my face.
Thus, at Mugby Junction, at past three o'clock of a tempestuous morning, the traveller went where the weather drove him.
Not but what he could make a stand when he was so minded, for, coming to the end of the roofed shelter (it is of considerable extent at Mugby Junction), and looking out upon the dark night, with a yet darker spirit-wing of storm beating its wild way through it, he faced about, and held his own as ruggedly in the difficult direction as he had held it in the easier one. Thus, with a steady step, the traveller went up and down, up and down, up and down, seeking nothing and finding it.
A place replete with shadowy shapes, this Mugby Junction in the black hours of the four-and-twenty. Mysterious goods trains, covered with palls and gliding on like vast weird funerals, conveying themselves guiltily away from the presence of the few lighted lamps, as if their freight had come to a secret and unlawful end. Half-miles of coal pursuing in a Detective manner, following when they lead, stopping when they stop, backing when they back. Red-hot embers showering out upon the ground, down this dark avenue, and down the other, as if torturing fires were being raked clear; concurrently, shrieks and groans and grinds invading the ear, as if the tortured were at the height of their suffering. Iron-barred cages full of cattle jangling by midway, the drooping beasts with horns entangled, eyes frozen with terror, and mouths too: at least they have long icicles (or what seem so) hanging from their lips. Unknown languages in the air, conspiring in red, green, and white characters. An earthquake, accompanied with thunder and lightning, going up express to London. Now, all quiet, all rusty, wind and rain in possession, lamps extinguished, Mugby Junction dead and indistinct, with its robe drawn over its head, like Caesar.
Now, too, as the belated traveller plodded up and down, a shadowy train went by him in the gloom which was no other than the train of a life. From whatsoever intangible deep cutting or dark tunnel it emerged, here it came, unsummoned and unannounced, stealing upon him, and passing away into obscurity. Here mournfully went by a child who had never had a childhood or known a parent, inseparable from a youth with a bitter sense of his namelessness, coupled to a man the enforced business of whose best years had been distasteful and oppressive, linked to an ungrateful friend, dragging after him a woman once beloved. Attendant, with many a clank and wrench, were lumbering cares, dark meditations, huge dim disappointments, monotonous years, a long jarring line of the discords of a solitary and unhappy existence.
—Yours, sir?
The traveller recalled his eyes from the waste into which they had been staring, and fell back a step or so under the abruptness, and perhaps the chance appropriateness, of the question.
Oh! My thoughts were not here for the moment. Yes. Yes. Those two portmanteaus are mine. Are you a Porter?
On Porter's wages, sir. But I am Lamps.
The traveller looked a little confused.
Who did you say you are?
Lamps, sir,
showing an oily cloth in his hand, as farther explanation.
Surely, surely. Is there any hotel or tavern here?
Not exactly here, sir. There is a Refreshment Room here, but—
Lamps, with a mighty serious look, gave his head a warning roll that plainly added—but it's a blessed circumstance for you that it's not open.
You couldn't recommend it, I see, if it was available?
Ask your pardon, sir. If it was -?
Open?
"It ain't my place, as a paid servant of the company, to give my opinion on any of the company's