The whistle blew wildly, not so much to give the villages warning as to let them know that something terrible had gone through.
Stopped to take in wood and water.

A crusty old man crawled out of a depot, and said to the engineer, "Jim, what on earth is the matter ?" "Don't know," said Jim; "that fellow in the car yonder is bound to get to Dayton, and we are putting things through." Brakes lifted, bell rung, and off again.

Amid the rush and pitch of the train there was no chance to prepare our toilet, and no looking-glass, and it was quite certain that we would have to step from the train immediately into the lecturing hall.

We were unfit to be seen.

We were sure our hair was parted in five or six different places, and that the cinders had put our face in mourning, and that something must be done.