Thro' town after town the train thundered and then we came steaming through a pleasant little village called Hamburg. Seeing a surburban trolley line running into the town we knew that our journey was nearly at an end. The remaining six miles through the country was make in a short time. Suddenly the back yard of a laarge city intrudes. Small lots replace great country fields.
Houses cluster close.
We are awakened by the clatter of spreading freight yards. We have reached Buffalo. Then clink, chink, clink and we are rattling over a score of railroad crossings, rush by train after train, through and across dirty streets lined by countless mechanics dwellings, pass several large manufactories among which was that of the Larkin Soap Co - a large 9 story brick building along the Erie traacks, down this way and up that , finally pulling into the station, and , after wondereing whether this was an national stock yard, or the headquarters of all American railroads, we alighted and wandered through the large noisy depot and on to the street. By the way, Buyffalo has over 700 miles of railroad tracks within the city limits, and 28 railroads with 250 passenger trains daily. It is impossible to leave the city, save by water, without crossing from three to ten series of tracks.