Stopped a few minutes at Jolly Town, Gleeville and Velvet Junction, making connection with the Grand Trunk and Pan-Handle route for Paradise.

But when the train halted there was no jolt, and when it started there was no jerk.

The track was always clear, no freight train in the way, no snow bank to be shoveled--train always on time.

Banks of roses on either side, bridges with piers of bronze, and flagmen clad in cloth-of-gold.

The train went three hundred miles the hour, but without any risk, for all the passengers were insured against accident in a company that was willing to pay four times the price of what any neck was worth.