It was an admirable dream, what there was of it.
In it I saw a funeral procession; I saw it from a mountain peak; I saw it crawling along and curving here and there, serpentlike, through a level vast plain.

I seemed to see a hundred miles of the procession, but neither the beginning of it nor the end of it was within the limits of my vision.

The procession was in ten divisions, each division marked by a sombre flag, and the whole represented ten years of our railway activities in the accident line; each division was composed of 80,000 cripples, and was bearing its own year's 10,000 mutilated corpses to the grave: in the aggregate 800,000 cripples and 100,000 dead, drenched in blood! MARK TWAIN.
(_To be Continued._) FOOTNOTE: [17] It isn't yet.

Title of it, "Captain Stormfield's Visit to Heaven."-- S.

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