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was brought to myself by a jolt and dead halt in mid-road.
The engine had blown off a nut, and here we were, dead lame, six miles from a station and no chance of getting on.
My Express friend advised very quietly to quit this and walk onter Florence.
‘Taint but a small tramp after all, he said.
And ye'll jest catch the A. M. up train and miss the sojers.
Jest hand this yere to the A. & Co.'s agent, and he'll help yer ef she's crowded.
and he took a long pull at the bottl you must give him sum Help ef he needs any cos Our engen she's run of the track And I won't be long afore to morrer.
Yours trewly, Grimes.
Thus armed, I shouldered my bag and started on my tramp over the wet and slippery track, reaching Florence at gray dawn.
As I came in sight, there stood the train, the engines cold and fires unlit.
I had full time, but my good luck — the first since I started-put me in a glow, and I stepped out in a juvenile pace that would have done credit to the