Microbes and Hike-robes.

The microbe of mystery continues to combine with the hike-robe of history, in amalgamating highway, railway, sun-ray, and hooray, into one great leg of notions and exploration of exaltation. Week by week the plot grows thicker than a welter-weight's ear. Mystery trains have begotten mystery brains, and the serum of secret service seeps steadily into the sapience of the sedulous servants of steam. The fever of fancy fructifies in the fun-foundry of the triple-expansionists, and mystery follows mystery like a band of stringed sausages. In fact so secretive and maddened by mystery have some of the servants of stipulated steam become, that when they leave hearth and home o' mornings their wives never know whether they are bound for toil or Turkestan.