and said to the lady:

"The air seems sort o' fixed here in this car, does it not?" and he
looked up at the transom.

"Yes," said the lady, as she turned pale, and asked him to let her out
of the seat, "it is very much fixed, and I believe _that you are the man
that fixed it!_" and she took her satchel and went to the rear of
the car, where she glared at him as though he was a fat rendering
establishment.

Mr. Hoyt devoted a few moments to silent prayer, and then his attention
was called to a new married couple, in the seat ahead of him. They had
been having their heads close together, when suddenly the bride said:

"Hennery, have you been drinking?"

He vowed by all that was great and glorious that he had not, when she
told him there was something about his breath that reminded her of
strong drink, or a packing-house.

He allowed that it was not him, but admitted that he had noticed there
was something wrong, though he didn't know but it was some of her teeth
that needed filling.

They were both mad at the insinuations of the other, and the bride
leaned on the window and cried, while the groom looked the other way,
and acted cross.

Mr. Hoyt was very much annoyed at the smell.

The smell remained, and people all around him got up and went to the
forward end of the car, or to the rear, and there were a dozen empty
seats when the conductor came in, and lots of people standing up. The
conductor got one sniff, and said:

"Whoever has got that piece of limberger cheese in his pocket, will have
to go in the emigrant car!"

They all looked at Hoyt, and the conductor went up to him and asked him
if he didn't know any bettor than to be carrying around such cheese as
that?

Hoyt said he hadn't got no cheese.

The conductor insisted that he had, and told him to turn his pockets
wrong side out.

Hoyt jabbed his hands into his pockets, and felt something cold and
clammy. He drew his hands out empty, turned pale, and said he didn't
have any cheese.

The conductor insisted on his feeling again, and he brought to the
surface a couple of human ears, a finger, and a thumb.

"What in the name of the Apostles have you got there?" says the
conductor. "Do you belong to any canning establishment that sends canned
missionary to the heathen cannibals?"

Hoyt told the conductor to come in the baggage car, and he would explain
all; and as he passed by the passengers, with both hands full of the
remains, the passengers wer