Benjamin F. Taylor, The World on Wheels, and Other Sketches
“ He haunts the baggage-car like a "perturbed spirit." He ends with a small knapsack, an overcoat and a linen duster. Bosom, collar, wristbands, he does himself up in paper like a curl. He is as clean round the edges as the margins of a new book. We throw away a great deal of baggage on the life journey that we cannot well spare; a young heart, bright recollections of childhood, friends of the years that are gone. And so we "fly light," but we do not fly well. Let us approach the baggage-man with tenderness. Let us tender him a quarter, if he in turn will give quarter to our trunk. ”
