Passaic City record., 1897-10-02

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1fL Tennessee, where, as |
| or said before, the Senate of
the National Union was in session.
My train left at $50 O'Clock a. M,
and as | had a little business to
attend to ON Chestnut street | took
a light breakfast and hurried on.
1t had commenced to rain, and in
my haste returning took a wrong
street car and the result was that
| arrived at the Union depot just
in time to see the gate shut and
the Louisville and Nashville train
pulling out. Consequently | was
detained another "a hours in St.
Louis. and put to other incon-
venienc- aswell. Iagain registered
at the hotel and prepared to make
the best of it. | had drank glass
of milk, more than half OF. which |
felt convinced, afterward, was
Missouri river water. Perhaps |
should say for the benefit of those
who have not travelled, that with
many persons this water acts as a
powerful cathartic The result
was that for the next twelve hours
was fit subject for the hospital
and suffered indescribable agony
While in the writing room Of the
hotel | left some papers on the
desk, among them my ticket via
the Louisville and Nashville R. r.
to Nashville and when returned
for them they were gone and no
one, of course, knew anything
about them. Fortunately | had
tickets by another route. That
night I took a dose of brandy and
ginger and retired early. The
next morning ] felt somewhat
better and took the s O'Clock train
on the Illinois Central railroad fol
Martin, Tennessee. where connec
ton is made with the Nashville,
Chattanooga and St. Louis railroad.
We passad out of the great Union
depot, and turning eastward
steamed through the notoriously
smoky tunnel on to the wonderful
bridge which spans the Mississippi
river and were soon in East St.
Louis. The bridge and tunnel is
controlled by d Terminal Com
pauy" which hauls the trains of all
lines with its own engines and
taxes all passengers IS cents. In
my opinion the passengers should
be paid to pass through the dirty
tunnel. At East St. Loais our
own engine was coupled on and,
switching southerly we were soon
on our way mentally repeating the
first stanza of Saxes we'll known
Railroad Rhyme:
Spinning through the forests,
Rafting over ridges,
Shooting over arches,
Rumbling over bridges;
Whizzing through the mountains,
Buzzing Ger the vale
Bless me! this is pleasant,
Riding on the rail.
We had no occasion to regret
our route. 1t carried us through
the rich farming lands of Southern
Illinois to Cairo, where, on an
immense iron bridge of eleven
spans, each one to two hundred feet
in length, we crossed the Ohio
river into Kentucky and sped on
through the countries of Carlisle
and Hickman to Fulton, where
the train was divided, a part of it
going to Memphis.
From Cairo down we saw many
evidences of the high water which
did so much damage early in the
summer.
Passing out of Fulton we crossed
the line into Tennessee and in an
hour arrived at Martin. Here we
bid mental goodby to our fellew
passengers in the Illinois Central
train and stepped aboard the
Nashville and Chattanooga train
which was waiting for u.s. The
train was made up of day coaches
only, but they were models of the
modern railway builders art, and
the way we flew along eastward,
cutting off the miles one minute,
was satisfactory to those in hurry