And bein’ brung down to earth agin I found to my great surprise I wuz sayin’ this out loud entirely unbeknown to myself.  And I follered my pardner out of the buildin’.

But to resoom backwards.  We thought we would go from the Palace of Electricity to that of Transportation, and I feelin’ real tired thought I would take a chair a spell (eloquence is tuckerin’ specially when you’re walkin’ afoot), and I proposed that we should all take chairs for a spell.  But Josiah said he didn’t want any chair, and Blandina of course follered suit and said she felt jest like Uncle Josiah, she wouldn’t set down if she could.

But I sez, “Well, I think I will take one,” and Josiah ruther onwillin’ly said he would git one for me, and sez he, “I’ll see how much the man will throw off if I push the chair myself.”

Sez I, “The man wouldn’t trust a perfect stranger with a chair.”

Then Josiah wondered if he couldn’t borry the loan of a wheelbarru that would hold me up.  He could trundle me along as well as not.

Sez I, “I shall not enter the Palace of Transportation, Josiah Allen, in a wheelbarrow.”

“Well, I could probable git in Machinery Hall a pair of big castors and fix ’em onto your shoes, and Blandina and I could push you ’round like a buro.  What do you think of that?” sez he anxiously.

“I shall not enter into any such operation!” sez I.  “How it would look!”

“I d’no as it would look so dretful, you standin’ up straight and easy, and Blandina and I pushin’ you along, and ’tennyrate I guess it would look as well as bein’ throwed onto the town! chairs cost like the old Harry.”

Sez I, “Don’t worry, I shall pay with my own butter money.”  And so I did, and rid to Transportation Buildin’ with Josiah and Blandina walkin’ by my side.  We entered one of its sixty doors, and the first thing we sot our eyes on up in plain sight, but fur ahead wuz the wheels of a great locomotive weighin’ more than two hundred thousand pounds, revolvin’ ’round in dizzy speed.  They said it went by compressed air, another wonder, jest common air that you could dip up in your hand and not think you had anything in it, and yet if managed right had power enough to turn all the machinery we see goin’.  Around this monster engine wuz electric head-lights throwin’ dazzlin’ beams in every direction.  The hull thing well named, the Spirit of the Twentieth Century.  And all ’round it wuz grouped models showing the development of the inventor’s dream from the first rough effort at an engine up to the most perfect specimen of to-day.  All sorts of electrical railways, freight and work cars, tracks, switches, signals, carriages, ortomobiles, motor vehicles, naval architecture, models, boats, steamships, men-of-war, battleships of the line.

Exhibits of all sorts, illustrating inland transportation in India, France, Germany, Switzerland, Spain and every other foreign country.  You could see to once that there wuz ways enough to travel, and if you stayed to home it wuz your own fault.