After hours of travel, it was very near dark when they reached a small inn, only a few miles out of town, where the road they traveled intersected with a wider, more travelled road. The bride noticed the railroad tracks along the further side of the other road as her husband helped her down from the carriage, "What's that?
"I don't rightly know," he replied as he then escorted her to the inn.
They'd no sooner bedded down when they heard a loud, screaming whistle along with an ever increasing rumbling roar. Soon there was a flashing through their window and the roar and rumbling gradually subsided, leaving both of them quite shaken and in awe of what had just happened. Minutes later they heard another whistle and the groom ran to the window; a train approached from town, belching smoke and sparks as the engine passed by, pulling quite a few dozen rail cars.
"Oh, my God!" exclaimed the husband, "We'd best make the most of tonight since there's not much hope for tomorrow."
"What is it!" gasped his wife.
"From what I can tell," he informed, "they're moving Hell because a couple huge loads of smoke and buildings just passed by!"
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