"Be? Then yon's for the fowks, I reckon?" indicating a line of box freight-cars a little farther on.
"No, not exactly. Those are the passenger-cars, away up the track, with windows and steps."
"An' who rides in the loft up atop?" inquired the youth, after a prolonged stare.
This question, referring to the raised portion of the roof, universal in Western cars, being answered, Mr. Williams inquired in his turn,—
"Did you never see the railway before?"
"Never seed 'em till this minute. Fact, I never went furder from home than Tarr Farm 'fore to-day. 'Spect there's a many won'erful sights 'twixt here an' Eri', ben't there?"
Imagine a full-grown lad, in these United States, whose ideas are bounded by the city of Erie!
Not indigenous to the soil, but a firmly rooted, exotic growth, was the sonsy Scotch family whom Miselle was taken to see, the Sunday after her arrival.
Two years ago their picturesque log-cabin stood almost in a wilderness, with the farm-house of James Tarr its only neighbor. Now the derricks are crowding up the hill toward it, until only a narrow belt of woodland protects it from invasion. In front, a small flower-garden still showed some autumn blooms at the time of Miselle's visit, and was the only attempt at floriculture seen by her on Oil Creek.
With traditional Scotch hospitality, the mistress of the house, seconded by Maggie and Belle, the elder daughters, insisted that the proposed call should include dinner; and Miselle, nothing loath, was glad that her friends allowed themselves to be prevailed upon to stay.