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There is a fertile stretch of flat lands in Indiana where unagrarian

Eastern travellers, glancing from car-s, shudder and return their

eyes to interior upholstery, preferring even the swaying caparisons of a

Pullman to the monotony without The landscape lies interminably level:

bleak in winter, a desolate plain of mud and snow; hot and dusty in

summer, in its flat lonesomeness, miles on miles with not one cool hill

slope away frons of man

in this sad expanse perceives a reckless amount of rail fence; at

intervals a large barn; and, here and there,up from the fields apathetically as the Limited

flies by Widely separated from each other are small fraht, which indicates that

somewhere behind the adjacent woods a few shanties and thin cottages are

grouped about a couple of brick stores

On the station platfor-

boxes, apparently marked for travel, but they are sacred from disturbance

and reht train never co They serve to enthrone a few station loafers, who look out from

under their hat-briuid

scorn a permanent fixture always has for a transient, and the pity an

A who does not live in his town Now and

then the train passes a town built scatteringly about a court-house, with

anear the tracks This is a county-seat, and the

inhabitants and the local papers refer to it confidently as "our city"