Year: 1860




We like long railroad lines; we will tell why.
Not because though lines pay best Of that we
are too poor TO know anything; not because
they check and put one through without
change Of cars these, and such like are prose
views and our views are poetic but because
such lines are the only ones whore you can be-
come acquainted with your fellow passengers
and the conductor, and where one becomes
identified with the road in word, whore one
feels at home. A railroad Of five or six hun
dred miles is such huge corporation, that il
takes several days 10 feel easy in It's corpora
ton presence For short trip, lis majesty is
oppressive, its officials and machinery are
mysterious aud unaccostable. but after few
days the distance and strangness wear off you
begin to feel acquainted with the conductor
and brakemen, they seem more like men, and
not so much like the railroad At the station
for watering, you walk out on the platform
talk to the employees, look approvingly at the
engine, and pat i like favorite horse, and be-
come identified with the whole concern. You
begin to feel little like the railroad YOURSELF
you grow incorporate into it" the men about
the stopping places look up to you MS part Of
the great institution ! you IN turn, look
down upon them as small folks, When the
conductor comes into the car and calls out
tickets" you don't feel fussy, for he knows
you you are through passenger, and have
come all the way beyond the Blue mountains
The people, who have Just got on, look tim
id and feel concerned about their tickets, and
you rather enjoy it they don't know the CON
ductor you talk with him, and thus, perhaps
Intentionally, magnify your importance in their
eyes They are almost as much afraid Of you,
as of him; all these tie delights and advan-
tages are your perquistes, because you are q
through passenger, on u long road Then,
too, ! suppose it is fact that man who trav-
els on small road is, in some sort, small
man who travels on large road, why he is a
| large man-isn't il so2 ~


RAILROAD HOME FEELING.


This is another Of the pleasant items about
long r0utes--the passengers become acquaint-
ed with each other. In a coach that holds
nine inside, very few miles will shake them
into intimacy but when you start on a train
of two hundred, with forty in car, acquaint-
anee making is more formidable. In large
meeting, nobody likes TO talk first, and il takes
fifty miles TO get over the reserve; but in that
space, some will drop off, and others will get
ON, and you begin TO feel ut home, and very
much like AN old settler, il not 'the oldest
| Iinhabitant," and ask questions as readily of
the "new conner" as Of the 'old neighbor 4"
The car, once mysterious part Of the huge
corporation, begins to seem your domieil. The
home feeling difIuses itself, until the inmates
Of the ear all know each other. Then, though
abroad, you are at home; you feel that if an
accident should happen you would fare pretty
we'll because you live on the train, and are
acquainted The conductor, engineer and
brakesmen feel this influence, too, for when
you arrive at the end of their run, they say,
swell, here we stop" and look as if it would
do them good to shake hands and say good
bye and when the new engine, the new engi-
neer, and the new conductor leave the station,
our old friends, who have brought us thus far,
stand on the platform, and look kindly we
doubt not sometimes regretfully after US as
we disappear. behind hill


WepfnghtSay more, but this is enough for
the kind We commend the Baltimore and
0hiorailroad, for one trip, to all lovers Of sub
lime scenery, and engineering.