Cheyenne transporter. [volume] (Darlington, Indian Terr.) 1879-1886, 1883-02-26

Roscoe Conkling generally gets one
seat in drawing-room and he gets all
the newspapers he can buy, reads
them and throws them all over the
drawing room in mass, besides he
always has portmanteau full of law
papers, which he strews all over every
seat in the drawing-room. Conkling
is q very vain traveller and wants
everybody in the car to look at him.
Now, there's Blain, he's just the OPP
posite, he always buys the whole draw
ing-room and shuts himself up, and is
"a very modest, retiring traveller; but
Grant is a queer old fellow. When he
was president of the United States, he
nearly always travelled in q special
car, but now, since he has become a
private citizen, he travels just about
the same as ordinary folks. You can
always find Grant in the rear end of
the car in the smoking apartment with
a cigar in his mouth, and there he sits
with hand on either arm of his chair
and smokes and smokes, thoroughly
oblivious of everybody in the car. He
never looks at any one; sometimes he
will look out of the window for hours;
when he's not doing that he's glancing
over newspaper. He's Indifferent to
everything that's going on; why, if the
train he is in stops on the road in the
open country for some minutes, he
never moves, never inquiries what's the
matter, but sits and smokes stoidly un-
til the train starts, while all the other
passengers put their heads out of the
windows or get off to see what's gone
wrong.
remember trip to Chicago Grant
made in my car some time ago. His
seat was directly behind a lady who
was travelling alone-and who, by the
by, knew very little about travelling.
She had her window up for some time
and it was pretty chilly, besides the
black smoke poured into the car. l
watched Grant for a little while and
saw he was annoyed as the smoke
and the chilly breeze blew right over
him. Presently he got up, and lean
ing over the lady's shoulder put his
hand on the catch and let the window
sash down. The little woman gave an
involuntary start and turned around
fiercely, but Grant never noticed her
and dropped back into his chair. After
a little while the little lady hoisted the
window again and some of the passen-
gers who had seen the affair smiled at
one another. Then the little woman
beckoned to me and said: Conductor,
who is that hog back of me?'
That's General Grantn' said /.
"Ohr said the little woman, and she
dropped the window Immediately.
Grant heard the question but never LEI
on, and went on reading his paper as
if nothing had happened.
But Oscar Wilde took the cake.
Oscar Wilde was more bother than al
the women who ever rode on railroad
car. He had an idea that he was the
greatest man that America had ever
seen, and he put on more airs than il
he had been the Gar of Russia, the
Prince of Spain and the Emperor OF
Germany all in one. Would you be-
lieve it, he paid the porter of the sleep.
ing car to tell people at the stations
along the line wherever the train
stopped that Oscar Wilde was in the
car. He was the vainest, most con
ceited mule l ever saw. He wouldn't
drink water out of the glass at the
cooler, but slipped it out of a silver anC
gold mug he carried with him, and he'C
sit with the tips of his fingers pressed
together and look up at the roof of the
car rs if he were about to offer up /;
prayer.
Herbert Spencer was the most rest
less traveller | ever saw, and Bob Inger
soils the best. When Ingersoll enter!
a car to 60 on journey, the first thine
he does is to hang up his big sloucl
hat, then he commences to make him
self comfortable, and by the time The