I sithed, but almost onbeknown to myself looked at the Cross, and hoped that that divine light would go ahead through the wilderness of world warfare makin’ a safe path, so Peace could git down from her high monument bime-by and walk round some through the world without gittin’ her head blowed off.

Smilin’ and gleamin’ jest beyond wuz the bright sunny waters on which little boats painted in bright colors with gay awnin’s wuz glidin’ about here and there, and bursts of melodious song come from the gayly attired boatmen anon or oftener.  And furder on wuz the Grand Basin, a large beautiful piece of water, and back on’t down a green hill seventy feet high leaps and bounds and gurgles and sings three glitterin’ cascades, each one seemin’ to start out from a splendid buildin’ up on the hill.

The ones on the side smaller, but the middle one a grand and stately palace called Festival Hall, and jinin’ these three buildin’s together are what they call the Collonnade of States.  A impressive row of snow-white pillows, and on them pillows, settin’ up in the place of honor, are big statutes of female wimmen, fourteen in number, symbolic of the original States of the Louisiana Purchase.

I wanted to go right up to Festival Hall the first minute, it didn’t seem fur it wuz through such seens of bewilderin’ beauty, but a bystander standin’ by said it wuz half a mild.

But Josiah kinder nudged me and said, “Mebby we’d better take the Immoral Railway.  With you by my side, Samantha, I feel I can face its dangers.”

Sez I, “Where has your principle gone that you had this mornin’, Josiah?”

“I have got it, Samantha, jest the same; I hain’t used none this time o’ day.  But I thought I would kinder love to tell the brethren I’d rid on it.”  And before I could parley with him he asked that same bystander, a good lookin’ iron gray man,

“Where is the Immoral Railway?”

“The Intre Moral Railway starts there,” sez he, pintin’ to a place quite nigh to us.

“Intre Moral,” sez I to myself; “that is a good name.”  And as we wended our way to it through the crowds of folks of every name and nation I sez to myself, “I’d love to ride on it.”  For havin’ naterally so scientific and deep a mind I love to trace back words like little rivulets, to their source, and see where they spring from.  For meandering through the ages they gather lots of foreign stuff and take queer turns.

Intre Moral, I took it that that meant extra moral.  I liked the sound on’t, and we got on and rode quite a spell, and see everything we could, and when we went clear ’round on that, we got onto a big ortomobile and rid ’round on that so’s we could see the hull Fair as it were in one picture, before we examined its glories more minutely one by one.

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