The latest Great Northern Goat republished a story out of the Whitefish Pilot from long ago. It seems that one Mrs. W. Tiller and daughters were relocated from Whitefish to Helena Montana where Mrs. Tiller became employed. Miss Gayle, all of age ten, was not, it seems, impressed with city life. The author proposes that no one resorts to poetry unless their emotions are aroused. Being homesick for Whitefish young Miss Gayle penned the following:
"I want to go back to my Railroad town.
Back to my engines so big and brown,
Back where a whistle could put me to sleep,
Sooner than all the lulls of the deep.
Back where one tells time by a train---
Always there---in sunshine or rain.
Where one sees engines the whole day
through, And lots and lots of boxcars, too.
So now when I hear a train from afar,
I wish I were on the very last car,
And a grand old engine, big and brown,
Was taking me back to my Railroad Town."
