Gunther and His Railroad by 
      Morton Morris
  
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           It seems almost incredible, 
      nowadays, to think of the B. R. T. cars alone transporting in a single day 
      to and from Coney Island more than a quarter of a million people. I often 
      stand at the Culver Terminal along about 11 o'clock in the evening, on 
      days when especially big crowds visit the island and people are beginning 
      to rush homewards, and watch and wonder at it all. Trolleys and "L" trains 
      arrive and depart from that single depot at the rate of ten a 
      minute. 
     In the old days a large church bell, 
      with a tongue like a country gossip, always rang for some seconds before 
      each trip from Coney island was commenced. This by way of notifying 
      passengers that the train was about to start. 
     
      It was a serious thing in those days to miss a train, for the Modock only 
      made two trips in the morning and two in the afternoon. in the height of 
      the summer this schedule was increased to five trips a day. The Modock 
      could be relied upon to run off the track at least once during each trip. 
      We all grew to love the old engine dearly. Perhaps it was on account of 
      the familiarity we had with it. I remember that one time the draw bar came 
      out that attached the Modock to the trailer, and the trailer being free to 
      do as it saw fit, started down the hill from Locust Grove at a smart clip. 
      Some bystanders, quite unused to modern railroad equipment, thought to 
      stop its progress by throwing pieces of wood in front of it as it shot 
      down the hill. This attempt at obstruction only added to its 
      rambunctiousness, and as it struck the wood, it flew off the track. The 
      passengers, who had been spilled out at various stages of the car's 
      progress, secured some fence rails and boosted it back on the track 
      again.
     The engine did not have the power to 
      carry a load of passengers up the hill at Locust Grove, so the gentle 
      folks would get off at the foot of the hill and walk to the higher grade, 
      again climb on the cars, and the journey would proceed
      
      
At the time of our story, the locomotive 
      Clifford poses with train at its depot.   Paul 
      Matus Collection
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