A perfect flood of all the colors of the rainbow, and towers and steeples and domes and crescents, and ornaments of all kinds busts on your vision, and at the same time your ear-pans are assailed by a noise like the sound of many waters, it is the big crowd that is surgin' through the Pike to and fro, fro and to, and keep at it night and day.
The great crowd seen here all the time shows how much the average human craves amusement and recreation.

For the Pike is the amusement street of the Exposition.

And a bystander standin' by told us that it extended a mild and a half from the Lindel entrance where we entered clear up to the Skinker road.
"What Skinker is that ?" sez Josiah to the man.

"Is he any relation to the Skinkerses up in Zoar?
Old Ethan Skinker had a boy who come West.
Most probable you've seen him here; I know most every stranger that comes to Jonesville." "Where is Zoar ?" sez the man, an uppish lookin' creeter, but sunk in ignorance, for when Josiah sez, "Zoar is four milds from Jonesville," sez the man: "Where is Jonesville ?" And Josiah sez to me, "I'll be jiggered, Samantha, if this man at this age of the world don't know where Jonesville is." "Well," sez I coolly, "we hain't expected to civilize all creation, Josiah." And as we had jest come to the entrance of the Tyoleran Alps I wouldn't let Josiah stop and parley with him any furder.

He wuz kinder snickerin' to himself, a ignorant onmannerly creeter.
I had told Josiah and he fell in with the idee to once (he is clost) that we wouldn't try to see all the sights of the Pike.