"The two hours spent in the gasoline scented atmosphere were crowded with new, yet old sensations."

Abstract

"Deadwood Dick clinking long rowled spurs and toting a pair of heavy six guns would feel no more out of place wandering along the Perisphere walk of the New York's World Fair than I did when I exchanged the creek of saddle leather and the thunder of hoofs for the rattle of traffic and the rumble of Chicago and North Western locomotives."