Word: journey
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Dates: during 1880-1889
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...will not detain you with an account of the uninteresting journey from Saug Centre to Boston, except to tell you that Mrs. Butterfield told me after the journey was over that she should never wear her black "alpaca" again to travel in. On their arrival in Boston they were met at the station by Mrs. De Sorosis and her niece Asphyxia, and escorted thence to the home of Mrs. De Sorosis at the South...
...call up to his aid the good fairy Bond, who would intercede for him with the Bowsir. At this point Henry's little sister Lulu came running in with two seedcakes and a lump of sugar for Henry to carry in his pocket to sustain him on his weary journey; which thoughtfulness so affected the boy that with streaming eyes he kissed these dear ones good-by, and went out alone into the great forest...
When the invitation came from Aunt Meeker, Tootsy, overwhelmed with joy, burst into tears and exclaimed, "How kind of dear auntie!" So, packing her little wardrobe, and slipping in a few pumpkins for Miss Meeker, she set out on her journey one cold day in December. At Boston she was met by her aunt and a Cambridge horse-car, and conveyed to her new home...
...TRAVELLED abroad with a very genial companion who had graduated at Harvard some twelve or fifteen years ago. He was, at the time of our journey, a sedate man of thirty, plain in his person, and matter-of-fact in his ideas. He manifested no especial sentimentality in visiting the famous scenes and monuments of the Old World, and seemed on the whole somewhat of a cynic. We parted in Paris, he to devote several years to study and further travel, I to return to America and begin my life at the University. Just before we shook hands...
...Awfully cold. To church to hear Beecher! He is a great man, but a little off color. Walked home with Miss S. Mighty fine girl! Left for Boston by night train. Had rather dull journey. Was squeezed into a seat with a fat woman as far as New Haven. How much pleasanter and nobler life would be if all monstrosities were kept out of sight! Read "Endymion" nearly half through, and think it splendid. So racy and refined! How much nicer it is to read of lords, &c., than the common herd! I hate snobs...