hey were the wonder and delight of boyhood; but now, I must confess, that to a poor sinner like my self, a good comfortable railroad car, with no dust, no fear of accidents, and thirty miles an hour, is quite good enough.
In entering Petersburg for the first time the stranger is forcibly impressed with the idea that there are two hotels in the town.
Long before the cars cease running, the voices of half a dozen negroes are heard shouting out the names of their respective inns.
"Bollingbrook Porter," "Jarratt's Hotel"--"in the name of the Prophet," now they do scream as close as possible to your ears.
Almost before you are aware of the fact you are whirling along the streets towards one of the two.
"Where do you stop ?" said an acquaintance to me in the cars.
"At the best hotel — which is it ?"
"Take either you please and you'll wish you had taken the other," was the reply.
I chose a house at random, only anxious to find fire enough to drive off certain Arct