The Daily times. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1886-1889, 1888-04-07


the city of Omaha One recent morning
was passenger by that train. at the invita-
ton OF Railway Mail Superintendent White.
was the only passenger, and though there
were no seats and no comfort, / never en-
joyed more interesting railway ride. As |
climbed into one Of the two white cars
which made mp the train | could find no
place 10 sit, and hut very poor place to
stand The blizzard belated mail from the
east was coming in, and the car was literally
filled from floor to roof with huge sacks Of
it. Squatting upon a pilo Of letter sacks
from Boston, with my head humping against
the ceiling, / watched the five men in tho
car at their work And how thcy did work
Though already half buried amid the hags,
more bags were waiting outside 20 bo stored
away. the chief clerk only knew where. Still
they kept pling them IN, and at last ] made
Zip my mind that was going 20 bee pushed up
through the roof Not a good morning for
"A visitor, - remarked the chief clerk, giving
a bag toss which came near dethroning
me. II was now near 3 o'clock, and there
was "a good deal Of connection outside
Huge red mail vans were laundering up, and
out Of them the men were throwing tons OF
mail Other men were tossing it iutothe car
Over them stood q superintendent, who was
in as big a hurry rs | ever saw man. This
mail had arrived al the city from New YORK
two hours before. 1t came 10y he fast mail
80 called. on the New York Central and Lake
Shore roads. Leaving New York Friday
evening at Q, it had reached Chicago at 1880
Sunday morning. A dozen men and three
wagons had been busy for two hours trans
ferring it from one station 10 another, and
greatly to my relief, these were the last
loads. Rut outside there Is more ruuLiing
and the patter OF ho0fs, and the swearing ana
cries of drivers whose voices arc strange
Up clatter half dozen more wagons. and be
hind them still half a dozen others. The
Chicago morning papers. damp from the
presses, are arriving There are tons Of
them Chicago papers on a Sunday morning
ore not noted for their Inodesty in size or
anything else They range from twenty
four 70 thirty-four pages each, and there are
5000 of them. They come In the door OF
the mail car like an avalanche, and / save
my life by crawling out on the roof, whence
l am finally rescued by a kind hearted man
and ladder As the great sacks of paper
60 piling in stand by expecting TO sec the
mail clerks buried alive, but they manage
somehow to keep on top Of the drift
II is now 3 o'clock. The big engine ahead
is groaniug as if in agony at the work cut
out for it, And do not blanc the engine.
Fifty thousand Chicago Sunday papers Is a
big enough load to make even Il locomotive
perspire The conductor sings out, all
aboardp There is nobody but me to get
aboard, but the conductor sings out all the
same, through force Of habit But here
comes another wagon, the horses on dead
run and the driver swearing Ike a pirate.
He is a German driver, and the papers in the
belated wagon are German papers. The
English papers make their boast that they
never miss a train, though they have to get
out extra editions for the fast mail, going 10
press with them nearly three hours before
their regular editions. As tho train starts
u big man SEXES me and tosses me into the
car, and bag of German papers follows so
quickly that in now and novel way | avn
made 10 feel the power OF the press. The
wagon is driven along with the train fot
twenty rods, the bags flying into the door
as fast as the excited Germans can throw
them, and the train is several miles on its
journey before am oxhumel by the laugh
ing mail clerks. Never before did editorials
seem 50 heavy, aud German editorials, tool