Hoppy and the Iron Horse

The west of 1890 is a mighty rugged place. Folks of Livin' it are used to hardship, peaceful scenery, and dangerous livin'. Things they're not so used to are the new-fangled inventions of the East. Inventions that are just beginning to creep west.

We don't get to see a train very often, sure looks good. Yep, just gliding along. Makes you wish you were settin' on their nice cushions each, not only. You mean you aren't used to the feel of a title after spending a lifetime on one?

I should have known you couldn't spend this long trip. What are you talking about, Hoppy? Why, I'm precious, Adeiji. I was only thinking, I wore out you bin locan. I know. Well, we're not very far from Wheeler, and we can both relax.

Is this fellow we're going to see who's worked before the railroading? Only the Vice President of the Line. Vice President, go on. Maybe he'll let me run one of an engine, too. Evan helps that jack-rap, but he does.

No, no, no, you ain't in front of an op, either. Look, over there. Or more. That man's wailing at us. Kind of a frantic way. Uh-uh. Let's go see what he wants. Something we can do for you, Mr.

Do you know anything about poison? What? Poison, what kind? I don't know. Must have been in the water. My wife's pretty sick. You're a man? Yeah. I haven't known what to do. I couldn't leave it or ride into Wheeler.

You better relax if it or can't do her in a good one. You're this upset. I know it. It's just that I'm responsible. Let's see what we can do for California. Take care of the horses, will you?