ABSTRACT
“I think I can. I think I can. I think I can.” “I'm not very big, but I think I can. I think I can. I think I can.” With this onomatopoetic refrain, in Mabel Bragg's 1928 story, The Little Engine That Could pushes itself to its limit and manages to pull the abandoned cars full of toys and circus folk and good things to eat across the mountain to the eagerly awaiting boys and girls on the other side.
