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there ; and I would have time to finish the trip 

 on foot. I shouted him on, holding to the dasher 

 with one hand, the pail of eggs with the other, 

 not daring to get off my knees, though the bang 

 on them, as we pounded down the wood-road, 

 was terrific. But nothing must happen to the 

 eggs ; they must not be jarred, or even turned 

 over in the sand before they came to Agassiz. 



" In order to get out on the pike it was neces- 

 sary to drive back away from Boston toward the 

 town. We had nearly covered the distance, and 

 were rounding a turn from the woods into the 

 open fields, when, ahead of me, at the station it 

 seemed, I heard the quick sharp whistle of a lo- 

 comotive. 



"What did it mean? Then followed the puff, 

 puff, puff, of a starting train. But what train ? 

 Which way going *? And jumping to my feet for 

 a longer view, I pulled into a side road, that 

 paralleled the track, and headed hard for the 

 station. 



" We reeled along. The station was still out of 

 sight, but from behind the bushes that shut it from 

 view, rose the smoke of a moving engine. It was 

 perhaps a mile away, but we were approaching, 



