We have a G.A.R.excursion on the train, consisting of one fat and prosperous G.A.R., the rest of the excursion having backed out on account of Garza who the salient warriors imagine as a roaring lion seeking whom he may devour.

One old chap with white hair came on board at a desolate station and asked for "the boys in blue" and was very much disgusted when he found that "that grasshopper Garza" had scared them away-- He had tramped five miles through the mud to greet a possible comrade and was much chagrined.

The excursion shook hands with him and they took a drink together.

The excursion tells me he is a glass manufacturer, an owner of a slate quarry and the best embalmer of bodies in the country.

He says he can keep them four years and does so "for specimens" those that are left on his hands and others he purchases from the morgue.