bold hills beyond. While I was engaged in this, I heard a red-bird sing. How I have missed this magnificent bird! It never comes as far north as Buffalo.
     I walked along the railroad eastward in search of a more typical scene than the one I had just sketched. I soon found it, a group of ruined kilns with some long low one-storied shanties in the background, their roofs catching the glow of the sunlight in such a manner as to accentuate their god-forsaken barren-ness. I made several drawings of this whole section here.
     I had planned on getting a 2:10 trolley for East Liverpool thinking I could easily catch a 3:00 train for Pittsburg (sic) there. When I inquired at the office, I learned it took a full hour to make the trip. I was determined to get the 3:00 train, so the agent called in a young man & put it up to him. He undertook to get me there in time, so with three of his cronies as company we were off. He had a new Chevrolet and covered the none too good a road in about a half-hour. When it came to paying him he asked only for enough to cover his gas. I offered him two dollars which flabbergasted him - he thought it was far too much. I pressed on him though; for I like to have a man who has done me a service think he is overpaid rather than under.
     All my haste was in vain for the 3:00 train only went to Rochester, where I would have a half-hour wait for a train to Pittsburg (sic), which would get me there at 5:05. My train for Buffalo left the PL&E station at 5:00. That meant an evening to bill in Pittsburg (sic), and that I would not get home till morning.