Date: 1877
After breakfast I started on my next stage, Tom taking me to the Waterloo station.  Then the shrieking engine bore me on my cold, dreary journey, whirling me past fallow fields where the snow still lingered, lying whit, and crisp under the hedges and leafless trees ; past snug little villages and quaint old country towns ; past wood- and and moorland, and hill and dale — all cold, comfortless, I 2  116 Charlotte's Young Man.