4:11
There is a parting clatter as the train hits the last switch frog two blocks away . Then it 's over . The noise , bustle , confusion , and joyful excitement follow the flying cinders out of town , and silence resumes its reign . I 've never heard anything so still as Homeburg after the 4:11 has pulled out . But we 're too busy to notice it as we string across the square to the post-office . 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 .