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‘How am I to get in?’
‘Take it slow and learn to pedal,’ said my old driver.
Presently he said, ‘I guess you ain't so old as I be.’
I replied, ‘I am pretty well on toward seventy.’
‘Well, I am five years beyond,’ said he. He drives an accommodation wagon between Perrysburg and Versailles, a small town where a man once wanted to set up a mill, and to buy land and water power, and they would n't sell either.
Whereupon he went to Tonawanda and made the place.
‘Guess they'd have done better to gin him the land and water, and to set up his mill for him,’ said my man, Hinds.”
On this trip she saw the Mammoth Cave of Kentucky, taking the seven-mile walk; went as far as Kansas City; was received everywhere with delightful warmth.
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