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Worcester (Massachusetts, United States) (search for this): article 2
I do?' 'Get out at the next station,' said he. 'Where is't?' 'Worcester.'--fare, a dollar sixty-two.' 'Ain't my ticket good for nothing?' said Me. 'You don't know nothing about the trains, do you? nor what time we get to Worcester?' 'We ought to get to Worcester by half past 3' said the lady. 'WheWorcester by half past 3' said the lady. 'Where be we a stopping now?' 'I don't know; I think something is wrong there is no station here.' Just as she spoke one of the gentlemen who had got out — as id she; 'what shall I do!' 'I think you will have to spend, the night at Worcester, and go back in the morning,' said the lady. 'Well, if I go to York now,tory of Mrs. Dodd's wanderings, advised her to ask somebody in the station at Worcester to show her a hotel, and then to proceed in the first morning train to Albanyr and one of her green eyes. After long delay the train moved on, and at Worcester our old lady left the cars, not without a hearty shake of the hand from her u
Hartford (Connecticut, United States) (search for this): article 2
, by Express I expect, so it I shouldn't hey no trouble and I am a goin' in to Hartford and down to York, and John's brother he's goin' to meet me there, and find sompect John's brother 'll know. I feel rather uncerts in about changin' cars to Hartford. After that, I expect I'll go straight." "There ain't to difficulty to HHartford," condescended Mrs. Packard. "You've jest got to step across the depoit, and there'll come along a train by-'n-by, and you jest ask of that's the Albany trainn where she was going, "are them the Albany cars?" "That's the New Haven, Hartford, and Springfield train, Ma'am; you can go to Albany by it, or you can go to Negive me a ticket, Sir? I've got the money all right. I held on to 't down to Hartford deepest so's there shouldn't no pickpockets get it." "I guess I sha'nt asand brought along ten dollars for little things and for to pay my passage from Hartford to York, and I hain't got more'n three of it left. I've been a wanderin' roun
Turquie (Turkey) (search for this): article 2
Ma'am!" Mrs. Dodd was a long time getting it. Out of her deep pocket came all its contents before the missing card was found; three keys on a blue string, one red silk handkerchief and one white cambric one, two pieces of flag root, and old silk purse with change in it, half a nutmeg, a silver thimble, a tape-needle, a little almanac, a box of Dally's Pain Extractor, and one of corn-salve, a pin-ball, and a of scissors, a lemon, and two peppermints, a small ball of blue yarn, a bit of Turkey three pea nuts, and a pair-of black gloves, in whose folds was the ticket. But while this investigation was going on Mrs. Dodd improved her time in questioning the conductor. "What did make these cars jump so a little while back, sir?" "Cow on the track," laconically growled the man. "Dew tell!" said the old lady, in an accent of horror, "wasn't a red cow?" "Pretty red when I see her," grimly remarked he. I shouldn't wonder now if it was Miss Jacob old Red, went
New York State (New York, United States) (search for this): article 2
here?' 'No; there is no settled clergyman of that name in Albany.' 'Why yes there is, sure. He's my son; he's settled in the Pilgrim Church, I b'lieve 'tis they call it.' 'But there is no such church in Albany.' Seven new wrinkles gathered on the wistful, troubled face that looked into his, and the wonted exclamation came to her lips: 'Dear me, what shall I do? Well, do you know one thing — is Albany in Indianny or York?' 'They Albany we are going to is in New York State. There is a New Albany in Indiana.' 'Well, that is it. I expect; but everybody told me it was in York. And here I am going all wrong. Oh, dear me, sus!' This was the extreme of Mrs. Dodd's ejaculations; language reached its limits with her in that climax of phraseology, and the hot, slow tears began to creep out of her poor old eyes. Something about her look touched her listeners heart to the quick. The weed on his hat was not the token of a lost love, or wise, or child; i
Warren (Illinois, United States) (search for this): article 2
e of road that ones Connecticut in two--as for it goes — probably on the principle that it might go farther and fare worse, or rather get no fares. The train stopped, the axles screeched, the whistle shrieked, and the engine sent out side puffs of spiteful steam, and on the platform a little old lady with a big new handbox in that state of mingled confusion and excitement common to old ladies from the country a prospect of a journey, particularly a journey after that incantation of Young America a locomotive. "Good-by, mother!" said a mild-looking, dark eyed woman giving the old lady a kiss. "Good-by, grammar" shouted a thick set boy from his station beside the engine, which be was surveying, much as if he had taken an order to build one, and meant to improve on this pattern. "Oh, dear me! where's my bundle?--no, my handbox! I declare if I hain't got it in my hand after all!--Good-by, Sary! Good-by, Sammy! Where's John! Oh, here he is. --John where's my umber
Manchester (United Kingdom) (search for this): article 2
s the depoit, and there'll come along a train by-'n-by, and you jest ask of that's the Albany train — I would say the York train — and they'll tell you, somebody will. I wish I was going as far as that myself, but I ain't. I'm going to stop to Manchester to see my sister Lucy-Anne; she's got a bad complaint of her vitals, and I rather expect she won't survive. Any way, I'm goin' to nuss her for a spell. " "I declare I do wish you was goin' along," said the old lady in a wistful voice. "I'ept over so well — why, it's June the tenth to-day --and I couldn't go without my umberell no way, if it should come on to rain; and then I had the fennel so 'st if I should be sick to my stomach a riding in the cars, it's very warning--" "Manchester!" interposed the conductor, and Mrs. Packard bundled out of the cars with a rapid farewell to her traveling companion, and left the old lady alone. Before long the train rolled into the Hartford station, and Mrs. Dodd, somewhat confused by the<
Frant Scarborough (search for this): article 2
h that's the least part on't.' 'Oh yes; I'll get that out of Mr. Greene o' our next wool bargain. He'll trust Frant Scarborough's word for the debt, I'll be-bound.' 'I guess he'd trust a look out o' them eves o' yourn as quick,' said the old lady, thinking aloud. Mr. Scarborough turned her thought by saying, 'We'll telegraph from Albany to Moosop Station that you're all sate me.' 'Oh yes, Sir; and you never go to John for wool after this without makin' if your home whilet befriends mother.' They arrived at Albany soon after this agreements and deciding to take the night train on, Mr. Scarborough arranged his shawl carefully for the old lady's rest, and cared for her as if he had son — better perhaps; for Mr. Mr. Scarborough was that rarest of modern curiosities — a gentleman! Mrs. Dodd's troubles were all ended now and she ceased to be interesting. Suffice it to say, that she had a weary yet a very pleasant journey to Indianapolis, entertaining her fr
James Greene (search for this): article 2
Any way, I'm goin' to nuss her for a spell. " "I declare I do wish you was goin' along," said the old lady in a wistful voice. "I'm kind o' hampered with these bundles and things.--But my trunk was packed, and I thought maybe l'd have to stop quite a while in York, and this pongee I'm in isn't very much to look at, so I put up my best black silk gown, and two trilled caps, and some handkerchiefs, so 't I needn't appear otherwise than conformable to city folks's ways, and then I knew James Greene (that's John's brother, lestways his step-brother) was extreme fond of Rox bury russets, so I concluded to take along a few; they have kept over so well — why, it's June the tenth to-day --and I couldn't go without my umberell no way, if it should come on to rain; and then I had the fennel so 'st if I should be sick to my stomach a riding in the cars, it's very warning--" "Manchester!" interposed the conductor, and Mrs. Packard bundled out of the cars with a rapid farewell to her tra
Harrow (search for this): article 2
ing him in a parallelogram except his head and legs; he availed himself of the accident directly. 'Well, that does sound rather largish,' said he; but we shall get a look at 'em in this part of the country before long. They're goin' to be imported.' 'I should like to see a man drive a herd of 'em into New York!' said Jim, affecting great scorn for the idea. 'Oh, they are going to be boxed up,' returned Joe. 'Look her, ma'm, here's a description of the way in the last Syracuse Harrow; you see how it's to be done!' 'What!' said the pitiful old lady, eyeing the diagram that presented a view of the ox's back, 'a settin' up on end! why, it must hurt their tails dreadfully. Poor creturs! I should think they'd beller all the way.' This was too much for J.m and oe. They disappeared in a roar of laughter, leaving the mortified and astonished Mrs. Dodd to her own reflections. Presently the train came up and the old lady betook herself to the cars, being seized on th
West (search for this): article 2
I declare! Well, I was goin' on to say, he said 't James, his brother, when I was goin' down to York, would band over the money for my passage to whoever should take me along, so's I shouldn't have no trouble; and brought along ten dollars for little things and for to pay my passage from Hartford to York, and I hain't got more'n three of it left. I've been a wanderin' round so. Here the old lady's lip began to quiver. 'Well, you're all right now!' said he, soothingly. 'I'm going on out West, and I've got money enough for both of us. I shall go as far as Indianapolis, and there I'll put you in a train straight for New Albany.' 'Oh, I don't know how to be thankful enough!' said she. 'I'm greatly obleeged; and you'll be sure to get your money — though that's the least part on't.' 'Oh yes; I'll get that out of Mr. Greene o' our next wool bargain. He'll trust Frant Scarborough's word for the debt, I'll be-bound.' 'I guess he'd trust a look out o' them eves o' yourn as
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