He peered out the door. “They say it can do ten, fifteen miles an hour!” Doroteo stood by the open freight-car door and held on to its edge to lean out. “We’re going over the water!” The miracle of speed and effortless movement stunned them into silence. Simon had no words for it other than it was somewhat like the steamboats on the Ohio, but now they had gained the land and were trundling along to Houston, fifty miles away, in a kind of land-boat.
Doroteo is as amazed at the lightning speed of this railway car as I was in the 90s when the CD replaed the cassette tape!
