. Kentucky log . n, however, seemed toponder whether it was worth while, decided itwasnt and started once more southward. Butit was not an unpleasant trip. The cool air,warm sun and golden light were happy circum-stances for first impressions of this somewhat harsh country, and the drummers salliesquite beguiled the monotony. I knew it, he exclaimed, as we drew upat a little church and graveyard, somebodysnecks broke, and theyre going to bury him! Past Buchanan (pronounced buck-hanon) wemade a most tedious progress,pulling up a fewyards at a time while they unloaded a littlefreight from each c
. Kentucky log . n, however, seemed toponder whether it was worth while, decided itwasnt and started once more southward. Butit was not an unpleasant trip. The cool air,warm sun and golden light were happy circum-stances for first impressions of this somewhat harsh country, and the drummers salliesquite beguiled the monotony. I knew it, he exclaimed, as we drew upat a little church and graveyard, somebodysnecks broke, and theyre going to bury him! Past Buchanan (pronounced buck-hanon) wemade a most tedious progress,pulling up a fewyards at a time while they unloaded a littlefreight from each car in the train, and thenstarting off bravely on the homestretch. Isoon looked for the outskirts of Louisa, butas hope ran highest we stopped, backed for aquarter-mile at full speed, shot onto a sid-ing, and crashed into a train of freight carsstanding there. Then dead silence, but foran unhappy baby in the car ahead, a slightpanting from the locomotive, and a meditativecrow far away in a cornfield, whose raucous. MILL WEST VIRGINIA,NEAR LOUISA PREPARATIONS. 0 caw was almost plaintive, so freighted was itwith suggestion of clear still days in manyfaraway places. I was content to sit andlisten to him for a while; even the drummerwas somewhat soothed, and remarked quitecheerfully. Well, were doing pretty well now; onlytook forty minutes for this last mile. I agreed, and he asked what I had beenwriting all this while. I told him a letter. Oh, youre writing to a paper, I reckon? No, just a letter home. But he was unconvinced. Mighty long let-ter, he grumbled, with respect which seemedto spring from the conviction that I wasreally a reporter, and some resentment that Iwould not own up. Ten minutes later appeared the outlyingshanties of Louisa, which soon grew more nu-merous and better conditioned, promising todevelop into a town. Before this desirableconsummation, however, we stopped to unloadfreight, and most of the passengers left thetrain. I would have followed but for thefriendl
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