We reached the capital city sometime after dark.
Here are a few points about Tallahassee which are in great contrast to Jacksonville.
There are no paved streets in Tallahassee; if so, I didn't see them. They are all ill-lighted—one greasy street lamp post about every six blocks.
Little business. In fact, one store out of every three was vacant—those that were open were not selling anything. All the stores are on one big Main street.
A street car line was started, but the town couldn't support it, and it went to smash.
The leaves and other rubbish had collected upon the sidewalks in great drifts.
The fine dust floating in the air came near giving me the asthma, and with a feeling of relief I wended my way back to the railroad yards.
To keep warm that night I helped the darkey fire the engine at the ice factory, which is located near the depot, until 10 p. m., when I boarded a freight train bound for Grand River Junction, ninety-nine miles away, at which place I landed about 3 a. m.
The next division was a stretch of a hundred miles or more from the Junction to Pensacola. This was the L. & N. road.