MEMBERS PAGE I came across these couple of  items which I though you may be interested to read. (Roy Yates) The Phantom Train   When the night is dark and stormy, And the clouds are black o'erhead, When the screech-birds cry in chorus, As if mourning for the dead, When the wild winds are roaring, And the air is thick with rain, Then on such a night, with a shriek of affright, Is seen the Phantom Train. With the roar and hiss the engine, Rushes on its Phantom road, With its ghostly phantom driver, And its grisly phantom load, And the villagers in their terror, Cross themselves again and again, But no one knows how the story goes, Of the fearsome Phantom Train. There are whispers of a collision, Of a driver who blasphemed the Lord, And was doomed therefore in this manner, To suffer ever afterward, But not one knows the story, Tho' the gossips guess in vain, Yet on stormy nights, with a shriek of freight, Runs the terrible Phantom Train.   Now, who can solve the mystery, Of this phantom train of fear, And who can say where it comes from, And why does it run each year, With its headlights flashing brightly, And who can ever explain, The skeleton crew, and the driver too, Of the fearsome 'PHANTOM TRAIN'?    ------------------------------------------------------------- An extract from the Liverpool Mercury newspaper dated 10 August 1827 .... This was the entry of the very first ever recorded death of a railway worker. "We are pained to state that a labourer, who was working in the excavation of the railroad at Edgehill, where the tunnel is intended to come out join the surface of the ground, was killed on Monday last. The poor fellow was in the act of undermining a heavy load of clay, fourteen or fifteen feet high, when the mass fell upon him, and literally crushed his bowels out of his body."