Most astonishing! in the entire village no gasoline to be had.

A town of most respectable size, hotel quite up to date, large brick blocks of stores, enterprise apparent--but no gasoline.

Only one man handled it regularly, an old man who drove about the country with his tank-wagon distributing kerosene and gasoline; he had no place of business but his house, and he happened to be entirely out of gasoline.

In two weeks the endurance run of the Automobile Club of America would be through there; at Herkimer those in the contest were to stop for the night,--and no gasoline.
In the entire pilgrimage of over two thousand miles through nine States and the province of Ontario, we did not find a town or village of any size where gasoline could not be obtained, and frequently we found it at cross-road stores,--but not at Herkimer.
Happily there was sufficient gasoline in the tank to carry us on; besides, we always had a gallon in reserve.

At the next village we found all we needed.
When we returned through Herkimer some weeks later nearly every store had gasoline.
If hotels, stables, and drug stores, wherever automobiles are apt to come, would keep a five-gallon can of gasoline on hand, time and trouble would be saved, and drivers of automobiles would be only too glad to pay an extra price for the convenience.
The grades of gasoline sold in this country vary from the common so-called "stove gasoline," or sixty-eight, to seventy-four.
The country dealers are becoming wise in their generation, and all now insist they keep only seventy-four.