anything that could be placed inside, so the car was moved down to 

 the crossing, and Avhen the sleds arrived they were backed up to the 

 end of the car; then with the aid of two planks and some rollers the 

 buffalo, within a very short time, were safely aboard ; the crates being 

 placed lengthwise, three on each side, leaving a narrow passageway 

 between to feed and water them. After the buffalo were loaded and 

 the express receipt signed, I proceeded to purchase the necessary 

 supplies for the journey. 



The express agent had informed me that it would take about 

 forty-eight hours to make the trip to Hominy, so after consulting 

 with Mr. Hurley as to the amount of hay that would be needed, 

 finally concluded to double the amount and thus guard against a 

 shortage in case of an accident or delay of some kind. This was a 

 fortunate move, for instead of forty-eight hours we were on the road 

 ninety-six hours, or twice the schedule time. The agent also informed 

 me that as other agents along the way would see that my personal 

 wants were attended to, it would not be necessary to lay in a stock 

 of provisions, but, being somewhat skeptical as to the amount of 

 attention I would receive from other agents, concluded it best to 

 fortify myself with at least enough for one good meal. This was 

 also fortunate, as it was, with but one or two exceptions, all I had 

 to depend upon until we reached Asheville. 



Not being able to leave the car as it was continually on the 

 move, being shunted back and forth around in the various yards and 

 terminals, trusted to the honesty of others, but was disappointed, as 

 I never saw them again. 



Everything now having been attended to, telegrams and letters 

 dispatched, shook hands and said "good-bye" to Mr. Hurley and 

 climbed aboard the car just as the engine was coming down to haul 

 us on the main track, to be coupled on to the passenger train which 

 left Newport at five o'clock for Clairmont Junction, where we arrived 

 at 6.15. Here we waited until 9.30, when we were picked up by 

 freight that, according to the schedule, was to land us in Springfield 

 early the next morning. Here our troubles began. 



The weather being quite cold, the atmosphere inside the car 

 soon resembled the steam-room of a Turkish bath. It was impossible 

 to ventilate it properly on account of the strong cold draft which 

 immediately turned the steam to snow, and was greatly concerned 

 that the buffalo might contract pneumonia. One of the side doors 

 was kept partly opened and the buffalo protected as much as possible 

 from a direct draft by using the bales of hay as a shield. It was a 

 most cold, penetrating and uncomfortable atmosphere, water at most 

 times dropped from the roof and trickled down the sides of the 

 car like rain. Owing to a defective coupling on one end of our 

 car it was necessary to hit it three times, and often more, before it 

 would connect. This would bring down a perfect shower of rain, so 

 by morning my clothes were pretty well soaked through and no place 

 to dry them. 



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