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over until a new train for the north 

 was made up. Fortunatelj', the time 

 was not very lonj;^, but the train was; 

 at least Mr. Townsend and myself 

 thoug^ht so when we went back to find 

 the caboose at the end of the train. 

 We were told which string of cars to 

 follow back, and started out, he carry- 

 ing my grip, and I my camera, and we 

 stumbled ahnig- in the dark, down be- 

 tween the rows of cars, until we felt 

 sure that no train was ever so long as 

 that. Once or twice we were on the 

 prtint of giving up and turning hack. 



upon the cushioned benches that ran 

 along the sides of the caboose, and 

 pretended to sleep until daylight ap- 

 peared. Mr. Townsend had com- 

 menced work at half past four in the 

 morning of the second daj' previous, 

 worked all day and all night, and all 

 the next day, then banged around in 

 the caboose all night, and, as he sat up 

 and rubbed his eyes and back and 

 legs, and tried to walk, he looked, and 

 said, that he "felt as though he had 

 been run through a threshing ma- 

 chine." Not much "play" about it. 



Utk!-3^&^^n&;. 



The Beginning of a big Load of Bees on a Hay Rack. 



feeling sure there must be some mis- 

 take, when, at last, the green lights of 

 the caboose beamed a kindly welcome. 

 Never before did I realize the immense 

 power there must be in one of those 

 large freight engines to be able to haul 

 such a string of cars. We laid tlown 



At Reed Cit3' I went on north, while 

 his car was switched to the Pere Mar- 

 quette to go to Sanilac Center, via. 

 Saginaw and Port Huron. 



I reached the end of another division, 

 Cadillac, a little before noon, and here 

 was another wait of several hours be- 



