Sunday evening just before dark we pulled into Scranton, Miss.
A great throng of people, including a good many beautiful young girls, had turned out to see the train. Their voices told me which side the depot was on.
No sooner had the train stopped than I was upon the ground on the opposite side.
I heard someone running towards the engine on the other side of the track.
Trembling with fear for a moment I stood still.
Another train filled to overflowing with passengers and headed towards Mobile had side-tracked for the New Orleans train. Jumping aboard the Mobile train, I mingled with the passengers.
In a few moments, by looking through the car window, I noted with satisfaction that the New Orleans train was again on the move.
One, two, three car lengths passed.
With a single bound I sprang from the Mobile train, and a never-to-be-forgotten race for the "blind baggage" ensued.
I soon passed from between the two trains, and now it was an open track race.