I'm really figuring to land in one of them small junction points, such as Cleveland or Pittsburgh. And we would too, if it hadn'ta been for that there head brakeman.
When we wakes up it's another day, and the wicked city is far, far behind us, and we are running through a district which is entirely surrounded by scenery. If it hadn'ta been that something keeps reminding me I ai'nt had no breakfast I coulda been just as happy. "'Where'll we git off? says Sweet Caps, setting up and rubbing his eyes. "'Well, I says, 'we takes our choice. Maybe Albany, I says.