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The train, a special,

on a slow order and crawled between the bluffs at a snail's pace

Ahead, the sun was sinking into the foothills and wherever the eye

could reach to the horizon barren wastes lay riotously green under the

golden blaze The river, swollen everywhere out of its banks, spread

in a broad and placid flood of yellow over the bottoms, and a hundred

shallow lakes studded ed islandscourse

to the south and east The clear, far air of the old on the June hills and the illiroup on the observation platform

"It's a pity, too," declared Conductor O'Brien, as acting as

mountain Baedeker, "that we're held back this e're covering

the prettiest stretch on the road for running It is right along here

where you are riding that the speed records of the world have been

made Fourteen and six-tenths miles were done in nine and a half

o--of course it was

down hill"

Several of the party were listening "Do you use speed recorders out

here?" asked Allen Harrison

"How's that?"

"Do you use speed recorders?"

"Only on our slow trains," replied O'Brien "To put speed recorders on

Paddy McGraw or Jiht-day clock Sir?" he asked, turning to another questioner

while the laugh lingered on his side "No; those are not really