Writing of Pullman brings to my mind the drive I had from the hotel to the depot, on my first trip here. Mac came in my room and told me he had decided to take the morning train, due in ten minutes, for Spokane, and pity me; I had two trunks, besides two grips to pack. I will say right here, our clothes did not get folded between tissue paper that time. The help came right up to my room, and while they were taking down the first trunk we packed the second. I being the only lady, with a dozen traveling men, we started for the depot. Nearing there a freight train came on the track and for a moment it looked as if we would be delayed, and when it had passed on, the buses from the two hotels began to race their horses, running at full speed, with wheels almost locked, to see who would get in place first. Mac had rushed on
87
