Now here you are with your railroad complete, and showing its continuation to Hallelujah and thence to Corruptionville.
"Now then-them you are! It's a beautiful road, beautiful.

Jeff Thompson can out-engineer any civil engineer that ever sighted through an aneroid, or a theodolite, or whatever they call it--he calls it sometimes one and sometimes the other just whichever levels off his sentence neatest, I reckon.

But ain't it a ripping toad, though?
I tell you, it'll make a stir when it gets along.

Just see what a country it goes through.
There's your onions at Slouchburg--noblest onion country that graces God's footstool; and there's your turnip country all around Doodleville -- bless my life, what fortunes are going to be made there when they get that contrivance perfected for extracting olive oil out of turnips--if there's any in them; and I reckon there is, because Congress has made an appropriation of money to test the thing, and they wouldn't have done that just on conjecture, of course.

And now we come to the Brimstone region--cattle raised there till you can't rest--and corn, and all that sort of thing.