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seemed like all others to me ; and I am so forgetful that 

 if there had not been somebody to.tisk I should have lost 

 track of this day. The canal was close to mv house, 

 and the boats and street cars were running. This was a 

 great place for cars in this valley. I could hear the 

 locomotives blowing their bugles, and the music came 

 from all directions. I could hear them many miles 

 away, talking with each other, at all times of day and 

 night. I could hear and see this without stopping my 

 work. 



I had my sleeves rolled up, vest and coat off. It 

 was a warm day. My garden was quite large. There 

 was six large village lots all in one garden. It lay 

 close to this great thoroughfare. The Sunday did 

 seem to me to be the most business day I had seen in 

 a long time. All seemed to be in motion — all life and 

 action. I did stop and rest on my hoe and take a 

 telescopic view of what was passing. The streets 

 were full of horses, some running, some trotting, or 

 trying to ; some limping at one end and' some at 

 both; some stiff; in fact, they were in all stages of 

 deformity. I could see I attracted quite a little 

 attention. They stared at me ; that is, some did, such 

 as had sense enough left to do this. They could not 

 stare long at a time. If they did they would be in 

 danger of a smash-up. There were lots of machines 

 running on this street without governors, and they did 

 not always run on a straight line.^ When a man got 

 on this road, if he did not attend strictly to business, 

 tliere was danger of shipwreck. Milk wagons were 

 running morning and evening; some selling it by the 

 quart and half pint, some taking it to the creamery, 



