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53 I jumped into the cars again - at the sound of "All aboard" This was the famous night train - and soon the people snored - I threw myself into a seat - and tried to do "just so" The doors the creaked and babies squalled and "Troth" it was "no go" As morn appeared I felt releived - that the country I might see - But Swamps and timber lands quite vast, was all their seemed to be At last log cabins hove in sight - and Prairie vast and grand Which almost made me think at times - I was in desert land - But the Iron Horse he onweard sped - (he never tires - oh no) Into the garden city - they call it Chi-ca-go - I could not think of stopping here, so on the train I jumped. And ere I left this rail road line I was well thumped and bumped - When I arrived at Rock Island - Twas ten oclock at night - I soon retired and slept quite sound - should not you think I might? The morn appeared - the rosy morn - I then surveyed the ciyt Which lies upon the eastern bank - of the noble Mississippi