The Railway agent and station agent Volume 6-7 ; A monthly magazine devoted to the interests of ticket and freight agents and the traffic departments of the railway service

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1891 Excerpt: ...railway and where stood the usual warning in box-car letters on an elevated board: Look out for the cars! "Stop them bosses, Bob; stop them hosses quick or every durn one of us will be a corpse before you can say scat!" the freckled-faced young man shrieked. "Oh, Lordy, Lordy, do stop 'em, Bob, do stop 'em!" came the squeaking voice of a female from the interior of the vehicle. "Well, great 'Ginal Jackson! Whut in thunder yer all hollerin'about? They dun stopped long 'go. Now, maw, whut's ther matter?" said Bob. "Why--why--I don't know, shore. What did yer git skeered at, Edward?" asks "maw" of the freckled-face. "Whut did I git skeered at? Now that's a purty question. Don't all of ye see that plank a-stickiu' up there in the air on that long white pole?" inquires Ed. "Yes, yer d fool; is that all? Git up here, hosses; git" "Whoa! Whoa! Bob, hold 'em, for God's sake; that ain't all," pleaded Edward. "Well, now, I got 'em fast; what else?" asked Bob. "Why, there is readin'on that boad an' it sez, 'Lookout for the cars,' and so I'm purty shore that thing there in front of us is a railroad," answered Ed "A railroad! Great'Ginal Jacksun! Whoa thar, hosses!" said Bob in an excited tone of voice, with a tight grip on the lines and trembling slightly. "A railroad!" squeaked the old woman, coming into view for the first time by shoving her head out from under the side of the wagon sheet. "Whar is it? Hold'em tight, Bobbie. Never seed one in my life--whoa, Sealam--and alius have wanted ter. Whoa, Sallie. Whar is it, Edward?" "Right there in that cut ahead of us, else Uncle Tom lied in that letter he sent ter me from Baltimore, tellin...