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Rh new honors. The journey up, through a lazy snow storm had been suffered patiently because of its warm destina- tion. But the mercury continued its ambitious ways, and it was always colder at night than by day. Towards midnight of New Year's, to any one standing on the platform at Jamaica, it was obvious that records had been broken.

When the train finally came along, we crowded eagerly to get in. Then strong soldiers shrank fron the open door. Hoarse voices called on regions of perpetual warmth. But the strongest and the hoarsest had no antidote for steel coaches, fresh from the yards, unheated, unlighted, save for a single candle in each, burning high, suggestive of a votive light in some Esquimau tomb.

Compared with the atmosphere in these coaches we recalled the outside air as warm. We had to remain where we were, crouched on seats or in the aisle, our feet on suit- cases or on each other, while the train crawled, while we counted the minutes, while the air froze tighter.

Gems of advice slipped from one to another.

"Don't go to sleep, Edward. They says they never wake up."

"Better try it. Be a dashed sight warmer where you'd go, Benny."

"Move your legs, boy. Keep 'em moving. If you freezed in that position they couldn't get you out of the car till the spring thaws."

“I heard that if you thought anything hard enough it would be so. I'm going to think I'm warm."

"Tell that to the Baptists, George. I'm a Shaker."

And that night because of these things, the railroad, too, suffered a little. In some cars the metal floor was discovered to be an excellent bed for a fire, and the wicker seats passable as fuel. The combination resulted in discussion between Headquarters and the railroad barons.