Railway Adventures and Anecdotes: Extending over More Than Fifty Years
History
Railway Adventures and Anecdotes: Extending over More Than Fifty Years
Railroads
Some days since, the trains of the North London Railway were all late,
and consequently every platform was crowded. At one of the stations an
unfortunate passenger attempted to enter an already over-crowded
first-class compartment, but one of the occupants stoutly resisted the
intrusion. Thereupon, the unfortunate one said, “I will soon settle
this,” and called the guard to the carriage door. He then requested the
official to ask two of the occupants to produce their tickets, which
proved to be third-class ones. In spite of the delinquents protesting
there was no room in the train elsewhere, they were ejected, and the
unfortunate one took their place. The other passengers were naturally
rather indignant; and, seeing this, the successful intruder quietly said,
“I am very sorry to have had to turn those two gentlemen out, especially
as I have heard them say they were already late for an important
engagement in the city; and I am all the more sorry, seeing that I only
hold a third-class ticket myself.”
—_Truth_.
THE BOOKING-CLERK AND BUCKLAND.
Mr. Frank Buckland had been in France and was returning via Southampton,
with an overcoat stuffed with natural history specimens of all sorts,
dead and alive. Among them was a monkey, which was domiciled in a large
inside breast-pocket. As Buckland was taking his ticket, Jocko thrust up
his head and attracted the attention of the booking-clerk, who
immediately—and very properly—said, “You must take a ticket for that dog,
if it’s going with you.” “Dog,” said Buckland, “it’s no dog, it’s a
monkey.” “It is a dog,” replied the clerk. “It’s a monkey,” retorted
Buckland, and proceeded to show the whole animal, but without convincing
the clerk, who insisted on five shillings for the dog-ticket to London.
Nettled at this, Buckland plunged his hand into another pocket and
produced a tortoise, and laying it on the sill of the ticket window said,
“Perhaps you’ll call that a dog too.” The clerk inspected the tortoise.
“No,” said he, “we make no charge for them—they’re insects.”
REMARKABLE RESCUE OF A CHILD.
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