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Excerpt from A Journey to Palestine Pompeu, being covered with ashes and Cinders from the Vesuvian locomotive. Let us now touch the electric bell, and bring the aproned servant to our relief. But he heeds not the touch. We ring again and again; but, according to Tenny son's Mariana, He cometh not', she said. He never did come. We saw and heard others ring for him; but he never responded. If there is anything in the world a negro hates, it is a bell. Let the ladies speak awhile to this point. The electric bell in the Pullman is an innocent affair, a child-amuser, and a pretty toy; but for the purpose for which it was constructed, it is an ut ter failure and an useless appendage. Just a word more about this flying palace, and we leave it. The eggs gave out in Sout hern Alabama, the tomatoes in North Alabama, the ice was exhausted in Tennessee, and the lemons all departed in Ken tucky. Things are not what they seem, said Longfellow. The names of our Southern rivers, as I have crossed the streams one by one, bring back to memory a number of what were called slavery songs. The Tombigbee, the Tennessee, the Ken tucky, and the Ohio each recalled one or more of these peculiarly pathetic melodies. A frequently recurring expression in them was Way down. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.