If you had you wouldn't.

You're like the feller in Scriptur', you leave undone the things you ought to do and do them that--All right, Jim! Let her go! Cast off!" The conductor waved his hand, the engine puffed, the bell rang, and the train moved onward.

For another twelve hours East Harniss was left marooned by the outside world.
Beriah Higgins and the mail bag were already in the post office.

Thither went the crowd to await the sorting and ultimate distribution.

A short, fat little man lingered and, walking up to the depot master, extended his hand.
"Hello, Sol!" he said, smiling.