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Such confusion of tongues, such shouting and swearing, such want of all sort of system and decency in arrangements, I never desire to see again.
I was literally almost trodden down and torn to pieces in the
Rochester depot when I went to help my poor, near-sighted spouse in sorting out the baggage.
You see there was an accident which happened to the cars leaving
Rochester that morning, which kept us two hours and a half at the passing place this side of
Auburn, waiting for them to come up and go by us. The consequence was that we got into this
Rochester depot aforesaid after dark, and the steamboat, the canal-boat, and the
Western train of cars had all been kept waiting three hours beyond their usual time, and they all broke loose upon us the moment we put our heads out of the cars, and such a jerking, and elbowing, and scuffling, and swearing, and protesting, and scolding you never heard, while the great locomotive sailed up and down in the midst thereof, spitting fire and smoke like some great fiend monster diverting himself with our commotions.
I do think these steam concerns border a little too much on the supernatural to be agreeable, especially when you are shut up in a great dark depot after sundown.
Well, after all, we had to ride till twelve o'clock at night to get to
Batavia, and I've been sick abed, so to speak, ever since.
writes, “It was a season of sickness and gloom.”
Typhoid fever raged among the students of the seminary, and the house of the president was converted into a hospital, while the