On board a train in the West an eccentric preacher wanted a sleeping-berth,
but had only sixty cents, while the lowest price was a dollar. Naturally
he did not get on very fast with the porter; but after wearing out the
patience of that functionary in vain efforts to stretch the sixty cents,
the conductor was sent for. All proposals to borrow, to pledge an old
Waterbury watch, and other financial expedients failed; but the circle
was squared when the preacher said, "I'll lie down, and _when I have
slept sixty cents worth, you send that bed-shaker to rout me out_." The
procession started for the sleeper amid the hilarity of the passengers, but
the tradition is that he slept the whole night through and far into the
morning.