Relieving Snowbound Passengers

"I was snowbonnd in Michigan a few years ago, between Ooopersville and Nunica,"saidatraveling6alesman. "The snow was four feet deep on a level and atill falling. The passengers had eaten up everything the train boy had, including even mixed candies, and children were crying for food. A grocery salesman oflfered his samples of tea and coffee, and these were boiled at the engine. Then I started, accompanied by another passenger, to go to a farmhonse to get Borne bread and butler. We waded through the snow, and by the time we got there were nearly f rozen, bnt we conld detect the odor of cooking viotuals and feit that our mission would be successful. "In answer to our knock a woman carne to the door and flatly refused to let us have bread at any price. Five large loaves, just baked, were on a table and a jar of butter near it. I told my friend to go to the front door and argue with them while I stole the food. This programme was carried out, and I started back through the snow with the bread and butter. I had not gone far before I could hear the farmer behind swearing at me. Then carne a race through the snow. Twice I feil down and soaked the bread in the snow, but I hung on to it and reached the train at the same time the farmer did. There a hundred passengers were ready to help me, and we had one square meal. I had offered $1 a loaf for the bread and started to make the promise good, but the passengers insisted that the man should get nothing except the empty butter jar."