"Top 'o the mornin' to 'ya! It be me understandin' that 'ya been hired to the Ozark Northern itself, now have'ya?"

said big John "Irish" Mulrennin with a smile.Leaning out the glistening hog's cab window, Irish looks down on you with an amused grin.
"Well tell me, lad, ye know what we call this line, now don't cha?. Me n' the boys call it the 'Ozark Wonder Line'... 'cause to us all it's a wonder they made it!" With that Irish let out a gregarious laugh that only a jolly Irishman can emit.
With a nervous laugh in response, you grab the handrail and climb up the tender steps to board the panting locomotive.
You thought this day would never come... but finally... after what seemed to be an eternity of waiting, your letter arrived. Barely 18, you've been hired by the Ozark Northern as a Brakeman Trainee. No doubt a life time of adventure on the high rails awaits you in this wild and rugged region of the Ozarks.
The rails have arrived to the mountains round about, and riding on those steel rails, boom times have come to the Ozarks. Continued expansion is in the minds of all the railroads of the region as they clamor to tap into the natural wealth that lays waiting for them to capitalize upon.
Sitting in the cab, listening to the soft hissing of the steam and feeling the heat off the backhead, you can't help but wonder what new experiences lie ahead waiting to be lived. Just like your career in railroading, the 1890's are barely underway... and your adventure awaits you...