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Mr. W. saying that he has had a desire to visit it for years.  It
was therefore not altogether unexpected when Mr. W. called yesterday
and proposed that we make the trip to-day.  We met at Camden St.
at 7 a.m. completed our plans and took the 7:20 train for Washington.
The train is scheduled to arrive in time to make connection with the Harper's
Ferry route and which we were to take to Dickerson.  A delay on the
road, however caused our train to arrive 9 minutes late.  This delay would
have been rather unfortunate, had not the conductor telegraphed
ahead to hold the train.  Arrived in Washington, it did not take
us long to change cars and soon we were on our way to Dickerson
about 33 mi. distant.  We were somewhat surprised <s>th</s> to find that
the train was made up of Jim Crow cars.  Each car is divided into
two compartments by a <s>d</s> narrow partition one being for white and the 
other for colored people.  The part set aside for whites being about
twice as large as that <s>other</s> for the blacks.  On this route we crossed
two very high bridges. We arrived at Dickerson about 10 o'clock.
Already before arriving at the station <s>the</s> a view of the mountain had
burst upon us, but now standing at the door of the post-office
(a country-store) a most excellent view of it is had.  It truly deserves
the name of sugar-loaf.  Standing out in bold relief, it rises up
        