There was a man who occupied the whole seat, and let the ladies stand.

Here sat a man smoking three poor cigars at once, and expectorating into the beaver hat of the gentleman in front.

Yonder was a burglar on his way to jail, and opposite a murderer going to the gallows.
He thought that pickpockets took his watch and ruffians refused to pay their fare.

A woman traveling alone shot at him a volley of questions: "Say, conductor, how long before we will get to the Junction ?" "Are you sure we have not passed it ?" "Do you always stop there ?" "What time is it ?" Madam, do keep quiet! "None of your impudence!" "How far from here to the Junction ?" "Do you think that other train will wait ?" "Do you think we will get there in time ?" "Say, conductor, how many miles yet ?" "Are you looking out ?" "Now, you won't let me go past, will you ?" "Here! conductor, here! Help me out with my carpet bag, and band-box, and shawl, and umbrella, and this bundle of sausage and head-cheese." What was worse, the train got going one hundred and fifty miles an hour, and pulling the connecting rope, it broke, and the cars got off the track, and leaped on again, and the stove changed places with the wood box, and things seemed going to terrible split and unmitigated smash.

The cities flew past.