Hans Hendrik, a native of Greenland, thus describes his first journey by
rail in America:—“Then our train arrived and we took seats in it. When
we had started and looked at the ground, it appeared like a river, making
us dizzy, and the trembling of the carriage might give you headache. In
this way we proceeded, and whenever we approached houses they gave
warning by making big whistle sound, and on arriving at the houses they
rung a bell and we stopped for a little while. By the way we entered a
long cave through the earth, used as a road, and soon after we emerged
from it again. At length we reached our goal, and entered a large
mansion, in which numbers of people crowded together.” He likens the
people going out of the railway-station to a “crowd of church-goers, on
account of their number.”
—_Good Words_, April, 1880.