missed the4:47train by 45 minutes) and I amused myself by reading bulletins and particularly an illustrated chart about the corn –borer.  I like scientific drawings with their precise outlines and exact intimate details.  One of the railroad bulletins was a protest against the epithet “Poor Old Erie” that is generally applied to this railroad.  They declared that they had carried 507,000,000 people in 19 years with only two fatalities (an argument in favor of slow roads) and were the first to use fireproof ferries and mail cars.
     Pretty soon various workmen commenced coming in and out – first the ticket agent, then several of the yard men wrangling  over the “idiocy” of an engineer who wanted to bring his train in, in a manner contrary to their best judgment.  At6:25the train fromDunkirkbrought some people forBuffaloand a little later theSalamancatrain with a few more – several conductors also, all waiting for the train fromJamestown.  One of theSalamancatrain crew was excitedly explaining to different conductors how some piston rod or other got stuck and if he had had two wrenches he could have fixed it easily, but he only had one.  At times I got sleepy and dozed of, and again I tried to read “Moby Dick.” The train crews were interested in my berries and thought they were “pretty.”
     I have enjoyed few things for a long time as the ride back toBuffalo.  Encamped cozily in a seat to myself, with my fruit and nuts and “Moby Dick” I felt happy and content.  “Moby Dick” agreed with the boisterous day.