THE FIREMAN.
CHAPTER XXXIV.
A Journey if you Like—Terrible Encounter with an American Interviewer.
In the train to Brushville, March 11.
Left Cincinnati this morning at ten o’clock and shall not arrive at Brushville before seven o’clock to-night. I am beginning to learn how to speak American. As I asked for my ticket this morning at the railroad office, the clerk said to me:
“C. H. D. or C. C. C. St. L. and St. P.?”