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ZOOLOGICAL SOCIETY BULLETIN. 



TWO ARMS PALACE HORSE CARS WERE EUKM^^HEl 



of the type used for transporting fancy stock. 

 These were equipped with collapsable stalls, 

 and water-tanks capable of holding water 

 sufficient for the trip. The cars were arranged 

 with high and low speed air-brakes and steam 

 connections. And no one would have dared 

 to believe that such inoffensive apparatus 

 could make as much trouble as those several 

 bits of hose swinging from either end eventu- 

 ally did. 



Through the late Charles T. Barney, Esq., 

 Mr. Dudley Evans, President, and Mr". H. B. 

 Parsons, Vice-President of the Wells-Fargo 

 Express Company agreed to transport the cars 

 free of charge from St. Louis to Cache, 

 Oklahoma, on account of the public interest 

 in the shipment. 



Mr. James C. Fargo, President of the 

 American E.xpress Company, was then ad- 

 vised of their offer, and at once decided that 

 he would also do the same, provided the New 

 York Central would concur. This President 

 Newman promptly conceded on behalf of his 

 company. 



These arrangements having been quickly and 

 satisfactorily arranged, the cars were stored 

 with hay and water for the animals, provisions 

 and blankets for the attendants. On Fri- 

 day night they were attached to train No. 2)7, 

 of the Central's fast passenger service, in 

 charge of Chief Clerk Mitchell, and the long 

 journey began. 



We signed our lives away to the E.xpress 



Company and secured accident policies at the 

 Grand Central Station, for four days' dura- 

 tion, to balance the account. 



It was a bit awe inspiring, a train of thought 

 superinduced no doubt by our reckless barter, 

 to realize that in the midst of this vast station 

 with its multitudes of people, its coughing, 

 booming trains, in the center of the greatest 

 city of the new world, were fifteen helpless 

 animals, whose ancestors had been all but 

 exterminated by the very civilization which 

 was now handing back to the prairies this 

 helpless band, a tiny remnant born and raised 

 2,000 miles from their native land. Surely 

 the course of Empire westward takes its way. 



But sentiment is forgotten when at the con- 

 ductors' "ail-aboard," we clamber into Arms 

 Palace Horse Car 6026, and in the dim light 

 of a swinging oil lamp with the accom- 

 paniment of rumbling wheels and snorting 

 bison, realize we are at last actually in 

 motion. When we close the side doors and 

 throw over the cross bar, we are cut off from 

 the outside world entirely. No bell rope, no 

 signal of anv kind ! Enthusiasm is at its lowest 

 ebb, 2,000 miles from our journey's end, and 

 anticipations only to buoy our hopes. As the 

 train gathers speed, the clanking chains clash 

 against the floor of the car, the partitions of 

 the collapsable stalls thud dismally together, 

 and the upper works in general creak and 

 groan in the most cheerless way. It is then 

 that we realize how very comfortable must 



