I noticed but few automobiles in Mobile.
After dinner I found a nice room and paid for a night's lodging in advance.
About one o'clock in the afternoon I retired to sleep, determined to get as much rest as possible for my money before next morning.
I slept probably two hours, and then awoke with an uncomfortable feeling. I had been dreaming of beating trains and of several narrow escapes from death.
A cop chasing me dangerously close had awakened me.
The bed seemed moving and the whole room whirling around. As soon as my eyes became accustomed to objects in the room and I saw that I was really safe from harm, I again tried to go to sleep, but it was no use, for the bed now seemed literally flying through space, and though lying in the middle, it seemed all I could do to maintain my position.
In disgust I arose and dressed.
The train for New Orleans would leave at 4:30, and I yet had over an hour to reach the depot.
The man who uncoupled the engine of the Flomaton passenger that morning showed up just before train time.
I told him I intended trying to beat the train to New Orleans.