Hooking Watermelons Edward Bellamy Author
by Edward Bellamy
2021-04-02 18:21:16
Hooking Watermelons Edward Bellamy Author
by Edward Bellamy
2021-04-02 18:21:16
The train slackened, a brakeman thrust his head in at the door and shouted Bah,-a myste-rious formality observed on American trains as they enter towns,-and an elderly lady, two drummers, and a young man with a satchel got out, followed by the langui...
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The train slackened, a brakeman thrust his head in at the door and shouted Bah,-a myste-rious formality observed on American trains as they enter towns,-and an elderly lady, two drummers, and a young man with a satchel got out, followed by the languid envy of the other passengers, who had longer or shorter penances of heat and dust before them. The train got under way again, while the knot of loafers about the sta-tion proceeded to eye the arrivals as judicially as if they were a committee of safety to protect the village from invasion by doubtful characters. The old lady, apparently laboring under some such impression, regarded them deferentially, as nervous travelers on arriving in strange places generally do regard everybody who seems to feel at home. The drummers briskly disappeared down the main street, each anxious to anticipate the other at the stores. The young man with the satchel, however, did not get away till he had shaken hands and exchanged a few good-natured inquiries with one of the loungers.
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