“Wc arc approaching a 'own,” said
the Englishman; “they have to com
mence ringing about ten miles before
they get to a station, or else the train
would run by it before it could be heard 1
Wonderful isn't it? I suppose they hav
en’t invented bells in America yet ?”
“Why yes,"’ replied the Yankee,
“we’ve got bells, but can't use them on
our railroads. We run so tarnal fast
that the train always keeps ahead of the
sound: no use, whatever; the sound
never reaches the village till alter the
train gets by.”
“Indeed!” Exclaimed the English
man.
Fact,” said the Yankee, “had to give
up bells. Then we tried steam whis
tles—but they wouldn't answer, either.'
I was on a locomotive when the whis-i
tie was tried. We were going ata tre
menduous rate—hurricanes were no-'
whar, and I had to hold my hair on. Wc ]
saw a two-horse wagon crossing the]
track, about five miles ahead, and the]
engineer let the whist le screech like a:
trooper. It screamed awfully, but it
wasn’t no use. The next thing I knew.
I was picking myself out of a pond by
the road side, amid the fragmonts of the ■
locomotive, dead horses, broken wagon,
and dead engineer lying beside me.—
Just then the whistle came along, mixed
up with some frightful oaths that 1 heaid.
