time we were on our way, it had settled into a steady downpour. The late twilight effects at Logan were beautiful.      The great misty hills screened in by rain, dark trees in front, lighted houses; great flood lights on the railroad - it was fantastic - and again I had the feeling that looking out over the Appalachian mountains towards the S.E., at dusk in Autumn was something that belonged to me.
     It was a long ride to Huntington, but not too tiresome - it was full of mystery - Once as we were going up a sharply curving upgrade, the clouds parted and the full moon shown forth into a brilliance that was incredible - the earth looked newborn.
     At Huntington, I got my ticket, called Bertha, & after a short wait, got on the train & went to bed.
     Oct. 20- I awoke early. The earth was flooded with moonlight and in the east, almost resting on the mountain top was the morning star, so large and brilliant that I thought at first it was an airport light.
By the time I reach Pittsburg (sic), I had received as many impressions as I could hold, so that what is usually to me a thrilling city, found me dull & unappreciative. I had planned to take the night train to Buffalo, but was overjoyed to learn that I could get a train at 5:00 & arrive in Buffalo