4:11
We have the day 's cargo to digest . We have to wait for the evening mail to be distributed , read the evening newspapers , shake hands with all the returned Homeburgers , size up the brand new Homeburgers and investigate the strangers . And it keeps us busy until supper time . I 've lived in Homeburg thirty-five years and more , and the 4:11 train has been tangled up in my biography all the way . I remember the first time I ever rode on it . The cars were funny-looking coops then , and the engine had a sixty-gallon smokestack . I was four , and I yelled with fear when the train came in and kept it up for the first twenty miles after they lugged me on board .