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All was confusion and bustle. Drays 

 loaded mountains high came rumbling over 

 the stone floored platform, bringing trunks, 

 valises and baggage of all descriptions. 

 Still other baggage was being tumbled from 

 other vehicles into the baggage-car with 

 deafening sound. Porters with both hands 

 gripping heavy valises escorted fashionable 

 passengers to the train. Hackmen, with 

 less ease and more bustle, were performing 

 the same tasks for their fares. There was 

 the constant scuff of myriad feet, punctuated 

 by the staccato echoes of impatient boot- 

 heels which resounded in the more distant 

 and lofty portions of the spacious building. 

 All was bustle and jostle, push and squeeze. 

 Haste was the one thought of all that rush- 

 ing, pushing throng. 



Men and women of all ages were there, 

 although for the better part it was an aristo- 

 cratic company. But still there were many 

 types of the frontier life, which the men 



