Railroad?
Who, me?
Why, son, I like to travel when I go anywheres.

Just starting and arriving don't delight me any.

Besides, I don't know that strip along the border.

I'll ride." It was a tidy step to Prescott--say, as far as from Philadelphia to Savannah, or from Richmond to Augusta; but John Wesley had made many such rides in the Odyssey of his wonder years.

Some of them had been made in haste.