Summary

John Peele From North Carolina to Southern California Without a Ticket and How I Did It

Once, just before dark came on, a solitary cowboy, wearing high boots and a big sombrero, mounted on a spirited young pony, dashed across the tracks ahead of the train and disappeared behind the low mountain ridges toward the sunset—and such a grand, beautiful sunset that was!—the sun slowly sinking behind the distant mountain peaks, and the whole heavens lit up with a perfect flood of golden beauty, was a scene, though I live to be a hundred years old, I shall never forget.
Nowhere else in all the world, I believe, are the sunsets so gloriously beautiful as in Arizona or New Mexico.
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John Peele From North Carolina to Southern California Without a Ticket and How I Did It

Jumping aboard the Mobile train, I mingled with the passengers.
In a few moments, by looking through the car window, I noted with satisfaction that the New Orleans train was again on the move.
One, two, three car lengths passed.
With a single bound I sprang from the Mobile train, and a never-to-be-forgotten race for the "blind baggage" ensued.
I soon passed from between the two trains, and now it was an open track race.
As I passed the last coach of the Mobile train two forms loomed up on the side-track.
"There he is! He is the fellow!" cried one of the men.
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John Peele From North Carolina to Southern California Without a Ticket and How I Did It

Though not well known, it's no less a fact that most roads of the United States to-day employ numerous detectives—known as 'spotters'—who travel over the road in various disguises, and whose business it is to discover any employee of the road assisting some poor chap to beat the train.
Sometimes the detective thus employed dresses himself like a tramp or hobo and appeals to the engineer, baggageman or conductor to help him get to a certain point.
Source: Gutenberg

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