We had a locomotive and one car.

There were six of us on the train--namely, the engineer and stoker on the locomotive; while following were the conductor, a brakeman at each end of the car, and the pastor of a heap of ashes on Schermerhorn street, Brooklyn.

"When shall we get to Dayton ?" we asked.

"Half-past nine o'clock!" responded the conductor.

"Absurd!" we said; "no audience will wait till half-past nine at night for a lecturer." Away we flew.