¶ 2 Leave a comment on paragraph 2 0 to the mother of us, looming up far in the rear- for her short breath and her patience- but she came in on time, head down, assisting her-self along with her parasol cane, a satisfied smile wreathing her countenance as she picked her way across the muddy street. “There”! said she, “I guess those revenue fellers wont get much duty on these new shoes”–and in the car, the heaviest puffs blown off, “That’ll make two good pages for my journal.”
¶ 3 Leave a comment on paragraph 3 0 But Henry couldn’t see the fun, he was very much “frightened” (always his word expressive of anxiety), on an empty military train, trunks in one car, traps in another, only one passenger amonth ^car among^ the whole number, several passengers struggling for seats, the train liable to be scattered at any station–and we no where in sight-but here ^comes^ trouble again-scarcely seated when an order comes to vacate this 1st class apartment and take the 2nd class. So, big bundles, little bundles, umbrellas, and bottles must get out instanter [sic]. We had shaken our the filthy rug and now must take quarters ten times worse- to accomodate [sic] a red faced bloated officer, with lager oozing from every pore. But, they considered it an accomodation to let us go at all. Before Breakfast Henry and I went to the commander at the station, as they had refused him the tickets, and were refusing passage to nearly all Gentlemen. They read my passports carefully, then Henrys, and gave me a written permit specifying our names and sexes. There were no passenger ^trains at all, leaving the city.