The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1909-06-16
Voices there were
ing foreign cars
a cross road
Wreck the lead
"A wagon from
Last lap"

must decide this important questionyet could not.
+ ONG ago night had worn out and become gray
~ and threadbare, then skunk away; a CHASTITY
spectre-like day-a very phantom of day-looked
in at the dirty windows. The watery fog outside
penetrated insidiously into the car chillings and
depressing saisseai-i',e
Still my convictions vacillated still I. struggled
to grasp the truth The train spasmodcally
chufhng along briskly for few miles, then coming
to an unexpected, Gathering stop. And the crowd
swore, and gnawed at unrelished before breakfast
cigars; and again with daybreak sourness.
Then the train would jerk forward again. and so, at
last into Westbury. The chill fog seemed to have.
nunribed my brain we'll as my body, for thought
mechanically and no longer felt much interest in
my undecided problem. Along with the stream
ing crowd hurried through the village Streets
Something made think of the village of Gettysa
burg. There was about this hamlet OF Westbury
an eaton, unaccustomed Importance which 1t
bore exuberantly; it was though a great battle
to be fought on it's outskirts which would
make all the world say "Westbury' they say
Gettysburg" WE'LL there to be battle, a
great battle, greater one than any one but
realized began to run, for had made up my
mind
The road was a CONGESTION of every sort of We
hice and every variety of foot passenger There
anxious haste entirely out of proportion to
the occasion. Once again thought OF war We
seemed mob of refugees fleeing from threat
ened city, rather than holiday crowd but we
late for race, yes, that was it, we were
late. The pedestrians debauched from the stream
every
awkwardness struggled over through or under a
rail fence, then began running through the, fog
across the soggy fields l ran too and took grim
pleasure in outstrippng the city folk with their
paintings and their pasty faces. Another fence
barbed wire this time, and therefore inducing
more grotesque passage for the crowd-then
plunge back into the narrow road and into the
line of honkng, suffering autos and plunging
horses
The fog overhead breaking into wisps, but
it still rested dense upon the low field of the park
ing station so that its further side invisible
and the silent, close packed deserted autos seemed
to stretch for miles. There pale glow ovel
all the field where the unextnguished headlights
were reflected from polished metal and were
caught by the fog particles. The field flowed witt
a FURNISHED metallic luster though the Dragon
Teeth were again rpening for turbulent har
vest
Now again, came the battle impression: ia
down the left flank came the sound of skifmis
firing which swept towards in continuous
burr-r-r only to be lost directly in front OF us IL
roar of cheers-a racer passing the gran
stand. The advancing crowd in the lane ansWere
by more impetuous surge forward; the fagge
foot passengers again broke into a numbering run
from the jamming autos came continuous RAJ
corous din of fretful horns. The rush carried u
to the back of the grandstands, against which tn
road terminated abruptly, land against which tn