As we understand it the cars are fitted up in the most gorgeous manner, in
mahogany and rosewood, and the upholstering is something perfectly grand,
and never before undertaken except in the palaces of the old world.
As you enter the car there is a reception room, with a few chairs, a
lounge and an ottoman, and a Texas steer gently waves you to a seat with
his horns, while he switches off your hat with his tail. If there is any
particular cow, or steer, or ox, that you wish to see, you give your card
to the attendant steer, and he excuses himself and trots off to find the
one you desire to see. You do not have long to wait, for the animal
courteously rises, humps up his or her back, stretches, yawns, and with
the remark, "the galoot wants to interview me, probably, and I wish he
would keep away," the particular one sought for comes to the reception
room and puts out its front foot for a shake, smiles and says, "Glad you
came. Was afraid you would let us go away and not call."
Then the cow or steer sits down on its haunches and the conversation flows
in easy channels. You ask how they like the country, and if they have good
times, and if they are not hard worked, and all that; and they yawn and
say the country is splendid at this season of the year, and that when
passing along the road they feel as though they would like to get out in
some meadow, and eat grass and switch flies.
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