But,
there, passengers of all kinds help the porters to sort their
trunks from other people's trunks, on arrival at their stations,
and apparently think it no hardship. The porters, who do not seem
especially inspired persons, have a sort of guiding instinct in
the matter, and wonderfully seldom fail to get the things
together for the cab, or to get them off the cab, and, duly
labelled, into the luggage-van. Once, at a great junction, my
porter seemed to have missed my train, and after vain but not
unconsidered appeals to the guard, I had to start without it. At
the next station, the company telegraphed back at its own cost
the voluminous message of my anxiety and indignation, and I was
assured that the next train would bring my valise from Crewe to
Edinburgh. When I arrived at Edinburgh, I casually mentioned my
trouble to a guard whom I had not seen before. He asked how the
bags were marked, and then he said they had come with us. My
porter had run with them to my train, but in despair of getting
to my car with his burden, had put them into the last luggage-
van, and all I had to do was now to identify them at my journey's
end.
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