"Helloooo below there. When the signalman heard my voice calling to him, he was standing at the door of his box, with a flag in his hand, furled around its short pole. One would have thought he could not have doubted the location from where the voice came, but instead of looking up, to where I stood at the top of a steep cutting over the railway line, he turned himself about and looked down the line. There was something remarkable about the man, and the way he stood. Something strange, perhaps uncanny. Then, I know now what was remarkable about that man, and even though years have gone by, I still see his figure, foreshortened and shadowed down the deep trench."