Evansville daily journal. (Evansville, Ind.) 1863-1866, 1866-01-22

20 take some other road; / forget the
nauaa Of "A now When we 9ot aboard
the Kars ,agensthe moon was ahinin over
90 purity, an we could look out an see
the fields an woods almost as we'll as if
it had been daylight Nancy Jane said
Is want no use takin a sleepin kar;
she'd tried lots a times to sleep on EN-
an pever could. Don't know arter all
but we'd better have done it, though,
for it Was mighty cold thar in the waitin
room at Kokomo There want bit of
fiFein the stove, and the glass was all
ouf, OF one of the doors. We'd Almost
Fgot chilled through when we heard the
kars whistle; but it want long until we
were aboard an 6xin up for nap, for
we hadn't slept q bit the fust part Of. the
night. The two children were asleep in
a twinklin, and we were glad of it, tew,
for Nancy Jane was jist tired out maxim
them behave an takin care of them. Il
didn't take me long to get to, sleep, AMI
slep so sound that il was Almost sunrise
when woke up. At fast, when ! looked
out o the winder, thought we'd got to
the lake country sure enough, but it
was only the fog away over on the prai-
ries that looked jiG for al the world like
q, big sheet Of blue water. An there's
! tbs prairIes themselves, don'ttbink any.
thing could be purifier, with the FIRST
shine of the ysller October sun upon
them an the frost glitterin all over the
grass like little bits O. diamonds, an the
blue sky, with the Aacks of white clouds
q sailin over it, Jest made me feel as il
wanted the kars to stop until could
take good look at the purity picter, an
breathe the fresh air comm across the
prairies Lots of the folks were sleep
i in yet, an Il amost made me mad tosshear
them snorin away while everything was
so bright an CHEEKY outside. At last
one Teller hollered out that twas fifty
miles tew Chicago in SIGH loud voice
that most of them walked up. couldn'i
fhelp iaughin at one old women. She
got itinto her head that the Teller ssid
one mile tew Chicago, instead of fifty,
an up she riz to her feet lookin- kinder
lsfrustratea from her sound nap, and pee.
rinnnder the big borders of her cap,
mindin me more of an owl peepin out
of hickory saplin than anything else
that ever, seed. Now Whist on earth
] old women wear such big frills on their
caps for, never could tell. alters
| thought it was wasta of cloth, and this
one Of hers looked as eff shs'd put it on
4 for blind bride, afeerd she skeer at
something. Eff she'd been Just little
bit older couldn't have had the heart
to laugh at her so, bu. she want old
enough to wear such q riggin as that for,
Ididnt see one gray hair in, her head.
4 Good land you ort TO see what sweat
she was in gettin off her cap and putin
on her black silk bonnet, and gettin
| Jake and Becky, her son and darter,
walked up afore the steeples of the ''big
| town" would heaVe in sight. She had
Becky'g hat on in twinklin, and then
4 she m ada for Jake, who was sittin in
| the seat behind me snorin like the "sev.
| en- sleepers." AFTER givin, him a couple
1 Of good punches an examinin his eyes
to see that they were wide open, she sol
down agin thinkin she wonldn't have
many more minutes to wait till gittir
i off time, She had her satchel on heI
arm jist ready to start, and kept lookiu
out Of the winder all the time to see il
we hadn't got thar. j reckin everybody
round her was laughin tew hard &c
tell her of her mistake. By some means
i she did 6nd out at last, and then you
! ort to hear her talk to an old imam fthat
sot near her about the slow travellin, ar
how it was all plot of the railroad mer
to make people lay over in Chicago. Il
was nine O'Clock, then, and she wal
mighty sure we wouldn't get thar il
| time to take the kara for the town she
was agoin tew. AFTER all her fussin anC
fumin though, we did get to Chicago
just in time for her to- get aboard, an
couldn't help feelin kinder glad that sht
didn't get fooled, eff she did take on SO
an make such fuss about herself Well
| Mr.. Editor, here I've writ long enough
letter now, an: haint finished up ms
travels yet. You see it amt often
leave Hickory Swamp, an I seed so
| many things new to write about, that il
will take another letter or two to tell you
all about my peregrinations.
Cousin ToPsY.