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station to the Wisconsin Central, and we felt sure we 

 should have plenty of time and to spare, but it was an 

 hour and twenty minutes before our baggage appeared 

 at the train for St. Paul. A new trunk, built to order 

 and most carefully made to withstand the iniquity of 

 any baggageman, had already come to grief in having 

 the lock broken off. 



An inspection of the interior showed as soon as the 

 lid was opened that a bottle of Scotch which had been 

 incased in a straw cover and again in a corrugated 

 wrapper and then rolled up in an army flannel shirt 

 was smashed and the contents had soaked through and 

 through our collection of hunting toggery. The bag- 

 gageman on the train said that the " foul deed " had 

 been done in the Chicago station, where they will not 

 wait to remove the trunks from the trucks singly, but 

 dump the truck load on the floor of the baggage-room 

 " at one fell swoop," one on top of the other, and away 

 they go for more. 



The night we left Chicago was intensely hot and 

 muggy, and in consequence my underclothing had be- 

 come wet with perspiration. A bright thought of 

 mine was to hang it up in front of the lower window 

 in my berth, and there it would dry during the night ; 

 but, behold ! we ran into a dense fog, and as a result 

 it was soaking wet in the morning and covered with 

 soot and coal ashes into the bargain. In lieu of these 

 garments I put on a bathing suit and my outer clothes 



