I have done every way frequent, except one.

That I give up after trying her two, three times.

That is riding the rods down underneath the cars, with a piece of board put acrost 'em to lay yourself on.
I never want to go ANYWHERES agin bad enough to ride the rods.
Because sometimes you arrive where you are going to partly smeared over the trucks and in no condition fur to be made welcome to our city, as Doctor Kirby would say.

Sometimes you don't arrive.

Every oncet in a while you read a little piece in a newspaper about a man being found alongside the tracks, considerable cut up, or laying right acrost them, mebby.