Corn-doctors, reporters, clerks, tailors, and teachers,
Fruit-peddlers, horse-trainers, clairvoyants, and preachers;
A few women also jammed in with the rest,
With their bonnets awry, and their clothing sore pressed,
And their uplifted faces, perspiring and red,
Full ear-deep in the back of some person ahead;
And like peas in a kettle, or bees in a hive—
Ever shifting position—so they were alive;
All impatiently wedging around in a stew,
In the hope they could better their chance for a view;