Relieving Snowbound Passengers

"I was snowbound in Michigan a few years ago, between Coopersville and Nunica,"saidatravelingsalesrnan. "The snow was four f eet deep on a level and still falling. The passengers had eaten up everything the train boy had, including even mixed candies, and children were cryint; for food. A grocery salesman offered his samples of tea and coffee, and these were boiled at the engine. Then I started, accompanied by another passenger, to go to a farmhouse to get Borne bread and butter. We waded through the snow, and by the time we got there were nearly frozen, but we could detect the odor of cooking victuals and feit that our mission would be successful. "In answer to our knock a woman came to the door and flatly refused to let ns have bread at any price. Five large loaves, just baked, were on a table and a jar of butter near it. I told my fritnd to go to the front door and argue with thein while I stole the food. This programme was carried out, and I started I ack through the snow with the bread and butter. I had not gonefarbefore I could hear the farmer behind Bwearinji 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 readied the train at the sume time the farmer did. There a hundixd passengers were ready to help me, and we had one square meal. I had offerod ïl a loaf for tlia bread and started to make the' promise good, but the passengera insisted that the man should get uothing except the éinpEy butter jar."