Bermuda’s little railway started to die with the old year. At midnight, 1947/1948, the first pike of the Hamilton-Somerset line was ceremoniously removed, and demolition began. The bells heralding the New Year chimed in with sounds of pick and shovel. As these lines are written, the last train from Somerset ran a month ago, although along the St. George’s branch hours are still punctuated by the familiar little toot—so like that of the fisherman’s conch shell that only cats can…