But we did not get there for some time, and I was to have a great fright.
I was thinking of all the stories that I knew of animals traveling.

In February, the Drurys' Newfoundland watch-dog, Pluto, had arrived from New York, and he told Jim and me that he had a miserable journey.
A gentleman friend of Mr.Drury's had brought him from New York.

He saw him chained up in his car, and he went into his Pullman, first tipping the baggage-master handsomely to look after him.

Pluto said that the baggage-master had a very red nose, and he was always getting drinks for himself when they stopped at a station, but he never once gave him a drink or anything to eat, from the time they left New York till they got to Fairport.

When the train stopped there, and Pluto's chain was unfastened, he sprang out on the platform and nearly knocked Mr.Drury down.