A Frenchman in America Part 9
Now, in two words, here is the thing.
You touch the fire bell in your own house. That causes the name of your street and the number of your house to appear in the fire station; it causes all the doors of the station to open outward. Wait a minute--it causes whips which are hanging behind the horses, to lash them and send them under harnesses that fall upon them and are self-adjusting; it causes the men, who are lying down on the first floor, to slide down an incline and fall on the box and steps of the cart. And off they gallop.
It takes about two minutes to describe it as quickly as possible. It only takes fourteen seconds to do it. It is the nearest approach to phantasmagoria that I have yet seen in real life.
CHAPTER XI.
A GREAT ADMIRER--NOTES ON RAILWAY TRAVELING--IS AMERICA A FREE NATION?--A PLEASANT EVENING IN NEW YORK.
_In the vestibule train from Pittsburg to New York, January 17._
This morning, before leaving the hotel in Pittsburg, I was approached by a young man who, after giving me his card, thanked me most earnestly for my lecture of last night. In fact, he nearly embraced me.
"I never enjoyed myself so much in my life," he said.
I grasped his hand.
"I am glad," I replied, "that my humble effort pleased you so much.
Nothing is more gratifying to a lecturer than to know he has afforded pleasure to his audience."
"Yes," he said, "it gave me immense pleasure. You see, I am engaged to be married to a girl in town. All her family went to your show, and I had the girl at home all to myself. Oh! I had such a good time! Thank you so much! Do lecture here again soon."
And, after wishing me a pleasant journey, he left me. I was glad to know I left at least one friend and admirer behind me in Pittsburg.
I had a charming audience last night, a large and most appreciative one.
I was introduced by Mr. George H. Welshons, of the Pittsburg _Times_, in a neat little speech, humorous and very gracefully worded. After the lecture, I was entertained at supper in the rooms of the Press Club, and thoroughly enjoyed myself with the members. As I entered the Club, I was amused to see two journalists, who had heard me at the lecture discourse on chewing, go to a corner of the room, and there get rid of their _wads_, before coming to shake hands with me.
If you have not journeyed in a vestibule train of the Pennsylvania Railroad Company, you do not know what it is to travel in luxurious comfort. Dining saloon, drawing room, smoking room, reading room with writing tables, supplied with the papers and a library of books, all furnished with exquisite taste and luxury. The cookery is good and well served.
The day has pa.s.sed without adventures, but in comfort. We left Pittsburg at seven in the morning. At nine we pa.s.sed Johnstown. The terrible calamity that befell that city two years ago was before my mind's eye; the town suddenly inundated, the people rushing on the bridge, and there caught and burnt alive. America is the country for great disasters.
Everything here is on a huge scale. Toward noon, the country grew hilly, and, for an hour before we reached Harrisburg, it gave me great enjoyment, for in America, where there is so much sameness in the landscapes, it is a treat to see the mountains of Central Pennsylvania breaking the monotony of the huge flat stretch of land.
The employees (I must be careful not to say "servants") of the Pennsylvania Railroad are polite and form an agreeable contrast to those of the other railway companies. Unhappily, the employees whom you find on board the Pullman cars are not in the control of the company.
The train will reach Jersey City for New York at seven to-night. I shall dine at my hotel.
About 5.30 it occurred to me to go to the dining-room car and ask for a cup of tea. Before entering the car I stopped at the lavatory to wash my hands. Some one was using the basin. It was the conductor, the autocrat in charge of the dining car, a fat, sleek, chewing, surly, frowning, snarling cur.
He turned round.
"What do you want?" said he.
"I should very much like to wash my hands," I timidly ventured.
"You see very well I am using the basin. You go to the next car."
I came to America this time with a large provision of philosophy, and quite determined to even enjoy such little scenes as this. So I quietly went to the next lavatory, returned to the dining-car, and sat down at one of the tables.
"Will you, please, give me a cup of tea?" I said to one of the colored waiters.
"I can't do dat, sah," said the negro. "You can have dinnah."
"But I don't want _dinnah_," I replied; "I want a cup of tea."
"Den you must ask dat gem'man if you can have it," said he, pointing to the above mentioned "gentleman."
I went to him.
"Excuse me," said I, "are you the n.o.bleman who runs this show?"
He frowned.
"I don't want to dine; I should like to have a cup of tea."
He frowned a little more, and deigned to hear my request to the end.
"Can I?" I repeated.
He spoke not; he brought his eyebrows still lower down, and solemnly shook his head.
"Can't I really?" I continued.
At last he spoke.
"You can," quoth he, "for a dollar."
And, taking the bill of fare in his hands, without wasting any more of his precious utterances, he pointed out to me:
"Each meal one dollar."
The argument was unanswerable.
I went back to my own car, resumed my seat, and betook myself to reflection.
What I cannot, for the life of me, understand is why, in a train which has a dining car and a kitchen, a man cannot be served with a cup of tea, unless he pays the price of a dinner for it, and this notwithstanding the fact of his having paid five dollars extra to enjoy the extra luxury of this famous vestibule train.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "WELL, WHAT DO YOU WANT?"]
After all, this is one out of the many ill.u.s.trations one could give to show that whatever Jonathan is, he is not the master in his own house.