It was nothing but trains, depots, crowds,--crowds, depots, trains,--again and again, with no beginning, no end, only a mad dance! Faster and faster we go, faster still, and the noise increases with the speed.

Bells, whistles, hammers, locomotives shrieking madly, men's voices, peddlers' cries, horses' hoofs, dogs' barkings--all united in doing their best to drown every other sound but their own, and made such a deafening uproar in the attempt that nothing could keep it out.
The plight of the bewildered emigrant on the way to foreign parts is always pitiful enough, but for us who came from plague-ridden Russia the terrors of the way were doubled.
In a great lonely field, opposite a solitary house within a large yard, our train pulled up at last, and a conductor commanded the passengers to make haste and get out.

He need not have told us to hurry; we were glad enough to be free again after such a long imprisonment in the uncomfortable car.

All rushed to the door.

We breathed more freely in the open field, but the conductor did not wait for us to enjoy our freedom.