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Day after day he feels as if he had spent his nights in a sleeping-car. It actually takes him weeks to find out that it is those persecuting torrents that have been making all the mischief. It is time for him to get out of Switzerland, then, for as soon as he has discovered the cause, the misery is magnified several fold. The roar of the torrent is maddening, then, for his imagination is assisting; the physical pain it inflicts is exquisite. When he finds he is approaching one of those streams, his dread is so lively that he is disposed to fly the track and avoid the implacable foe.
I went to Buffalo, determined to make another effort. The preliminaries of the meeting threw me into the same nervous tension, but when I faced the audience, there were no visions to inflame my mind. In an endless, repetitious manner I made my speech about the waste of energy and time the eight-hour struggle involved, scoffing at the stupidity of the workers who fought for such trifles. At the end of what seemed to me several hours I was complimented on my clear and logical presentation. Some questions were asked, and I answered them with a sureness that brooked no gainsaying. But on the way home from the meeting my heart was heavy. No words of exaltation had come to me, and how could one hope to reach other hearts when one's own remained cold I decided to wire Most the next morning, begging him to relieve me of the necessity of going to Cleveland. I could not bear to repeat once more the meaningless prattle.
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In good time next morning, however, we came again in sight ofthe detestable morass called Cairo: and stopping there to take in wood, lay alongside a barge,whose starting timbers scarcely held together. It was moored to the bank, and on its side waspainted \"Coffee House;\" that being, I suppose, the floating paradise to which the people fly forshelter when they lose their houses for a month or two beneath the hideous waters of the Mississippi. But, looking southward from this point, we had the satisfaction of seeing thatintolerable river dragging its slimy length and ugly freight abruptly off towards New Orleans;and, passing a yellow line which stretched across the current, were again upon the clear Ohio,never, I trust, to see the Mississippi more, saving in troubled dreams and nightmares. Page 219 Leaving it for the company of its sparkling neighbour was like thetransition from pain to ease, or the awakening from a horrible vision to cheerful realities. 153554b96e
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