With a screaming of brakes, the elevated train on which I happened
to be jerked to a stop, and passengers intending to disembark were
catapulted toward the doorways-a convenience supplied gratis by all
elevated roads, which, I have observed, is generally overlooked by
their patrons. I crammed the morning paper into my overcoat pocket,
fell in with the outrushing current of humanity, and was
straight-way swept upon the platform, pinched through the revolving
gates, and hustled down the covered iron stairway to the street.
Here the current broke up and diffused, like the current of a river
where it empties into the sea. This was the first wave of the daily
townward tide-clerks, shop-girls, and stenographers, for the most
part intent upon bread and butter in futuro. The jostling and
crowding was like an old story to me; I went through the ordeal
each morning with an indifference and abstraction born of long
custom.
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