I set down in a lumber yard near the railroad track, and when she started up agin I grabbed onto the iron ladder and swung myself aboard.

But the brakeman was watching fur me, and clumb down the ladder and stamped on my fingers.

So I dropped off, with one finger considerable mashed, and set down in that lumber yard wondering what next.
It was a dark night, and so fur as I could see they wasn't much moving in that town.

Only a few places was lit up.

One was way acrost the town square from me, and it was the telephone exchange, with a man operator reading a book in there.