The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1881-06-23
NEW SERIES---NO. 3oS

romantic, desperate. We took the cars
some.took themlong before the time to start
and sat broiling in the sun. AS an ola
traveller, ] waited until starting time-in
the shade, Car after car was filled and
started on its way up the hill.
We jumped aboard an open coach and
started too. We crept up in the great
mountain, looking like huge ant crawling
over mammoth log. Up Mount Pts
gah 664 feet to the top, down to the foot
Of Mt. Jefferson like streak of scared
electricity for six and half miles. Up
Mount Jefferson 462 feet more, ladies'
laughing, shrieking, sneezing, crowding,
flirting, just like ladies in the valleys and
on the plains. Quaker ladies with gray
bonnets and dresses, gay as the rest. Fat
ladies webbing along like pots of jelly,
full of frolic, fun and nature. Up the
switch back, camel back should call it.,
with Its bumps and ridges, we went, We
stopped for refreshments on the top of
Pisgahe Gwonder where exactly Moses
stood and viewed the landscape oer) |
don't want to tell your readers how it looks,
many have been there, they know all about
it. But bet sxpence not one of them
can describe it any more than I can.
A hundred hills overthrow, tumbed
heller skelter, one on top of the
other-rocky, ridgey, dragged, rug
ged, looking like MiIton's battle field in
paradise Lost"-lke the home Of Vulcan
where he forged his thunderbolts like the
realms of tartarons, wild, wierd, desolate,
confused Hills climbing bills again, I'M
til the eye swlms and the head reels. Then
it commences to rain. Mature puts gauze
veil on its face. The rain beats In my face
as | stand, clinging to the iron railing on
the platform of the car We reach Summit
Hill, but we 60 down grade before reach
ing it, We are in car with seats at the
sides, running from front to rear, or vice
versa. Going down hill it naturally
throws the equilibrium that way. Ladies
begin to slide on their seats. A very pretty
lady encroaches on my territory, hustles
me uncomfortably; glides into my lap
laughs, bushes, and finally mods Familiarity.
Oh, Mamma Grundy be merciful What
can dol Throw her overheard, crashing
among the rocks? Non! remembered
| Socrates, Aristotle and a host Of the old
| philosophers closed my eyes, cenched
my fists, and grinned sardoncally. ! dom
care much for Nanny Grundy on an aver
age anyhow. She is an old fraud, swind
| Ter. Pretty soon the car reached leve
ground. Ny load receded. felt-well I
felt--sorry. rather liked it, in spite OF
Grundy.
At Summit Hill I saw the very spot
where the first digging was done for
anthracite coal. Saw the mine all burning
for years. let it burn and went on pass
cd the ice cave, and let it freeze, 1t was
raining and wanted to get home. Down
| Jefferson we went at fearful rate. Still |
hung outside like a humble bee on man s
coat tail. All at once there was whizz,
| and crash, and one of the suddcnest stops,
ever stopped at Women shrieked, men
howled, children cried, and then all piled
themselves into one of the most promiscu-
Gus heaps you ever saw. We had run of
the track. Some crazy COW, selt-conceited,
| like some male noodles | know, took n
| notion that she was little more important
| than railroad train, and refused to turn
out We had no engine, so we could not
reverse; no whistle, so we couldn't blow
no bell, so we couldn't ring. Well, the
only thing that could be done was to go
ahead. We went ahead. The next thing
we saw that COW lying under the
middle car, butchered and skinned
rs neatly as our friend Koehler could do it
The two front cars were off the track; the
ties and rails torn up the track ploughed
up; and only the rear car, on which |
STOOD and no doubt kept in its place by
my superior weight, still keeping it:
ground. Some Of the passengers were
stunned, some bruised, some of the ladies
tainted, while dozen men famed them.
selves with hats, canes, cigars, etc.
walked quietly into the woods and picked
autumn leaves They talked about lifting
the cars on the track. | didn't like it, so ]
went away. don't believe in communists,
and they communed Well, we walked
home, two and half miles in the rain,
But | am willing to bet cent that COW
won't bother that railroad any more
don't believe we shall go back tomorrow
morning to help lift that crazy train on the
track, either. At least, shall await fur
Their orders. If 60 over the Switch Back