the familiar thing it is now in the north
country. The bull in the fields had not yet come to an understanding of
its rights, and was frequently tempted into argument with a locomotive.
Bill Fountain, who came out of a back township, one day had even tied
his faithful hound to the rear platform.

Our train came to a long stop for wood and water near midday, and then
we opened the lunch basket that mother had given us.

'Neighbour,' said a solemn-faced man, who sat in front of us, 'do you
think the cars are ag'in the Bible? D'you think a Christian orter ride
on 'em?'

'Sartin,' said Uncle Eb. 'Less the constable's after him--then I think
he orter be on a balky hoss.'

'Wife'n I hes talked it over a good deal,' said the man. 'Some says it's
ag'in the Bible. The minister 'at preaches over 'n our neighbourhood
says if God hed wanted men t' fly he'd g'in 'em wings.'

'S'pose if he'd ever wanted 'm t' skate he'd hed 'em born with skates
on?' said Uncle Eb.

'Danno,' said the man. 'It behooves us all to be careful. The Bible says
"Go not after new things."'

'My friend,' said Uncle Eb, between bites of a doughnut, 'I don'
care what I ride in so long as 'tain't a hearse. I want sumthin' at's
comfortable an' purty middlin' spry. It'll do us good up here t' git
jerked a few hunderd miles an' back ev'ry leetle while. Keep our j'ints
limber. We'll live longer fer it, an' thet'll please God sure--cuz I
don't think he's hankerin' fer our society--not a bit. Don' make no
difference t' him whuther we ride 'n a spring wagon er on the cars so
long's we're right side up 'n movin'. We need more steam; we're too dum
slow. Kind o' think a leetle more steam in our religion wouldn't hurt us
a bit. It's purty fur behind.'

We got to Albany in the evening, just in time for the night boat. Uncle
Eb was a sight in his dusty broadcloth, when we got off the cars, and
I know my appearance could not have been prepossessing. Once we were
aboard the boat and had dusted our clothes and bathed our hands and
faces we were in better spirits.

'Consarn it!' said Uncle Eb, as we left the washroom, 'le's have a durn
good supper. I'll stan' treat.'

'Comes a leetle bit high,' he said, as he paid the bill, 'but I don'
care if it does. 'Fore we left I says t' myself, "Uncle Eb," says
I, "you go right in fer a good time an' don' ye count the pennies.
Everybody's a right t' be reckless once in seventy-five year."'

We went to our stateroom a little af