Hereisanadditionaldescriptivepassagefor"OntheTrack"thatmaintainstheoriginalstyle:Thetrainrattledonwardthroughthenight,itsironwheelssingingamonotonoustuneagainstthesteelrails.Outsidethegrimywindow,thedarknessswallowedwholelandscapesbetweentheoccasionalclustersoffarmhouselights.Insidethecrampedcompartment,theairhungthickwiththemingledodorsoftobacco,sweat,andcoaldust.Asingleoillampswayedfromtheceiling,castingerraticshadowsthatdancedacrossthewornwoodenbenchesandthedozingpassengers.Therhythmicclatterofthetrainandthewarmthoftoomanybodiespackedtogetherhadlulledmostintoastupor,thoughhereandthereamanstillsatupright,staringblanklyintotheshiftingdarknessbeyondtheglass.Somewhereupaheadlayanothertown,anotherjob,anothertemporaryrefugefromtherelentlessroad-butfornow,therewasonlythisceaselessmotionthroughthenight,thiseternalsuspensionbetweenwhathadbeenleftbehindandwhatmightstillbefound.
