“Here we are in New York”
When I seed New York was from that bus, and Slim poked me up from the seat and said “Here we are in New York” and I looked and the sun was red all over, I looked again, and rubbed my eyes to wake up, for grandpa, we was goin over a long big bridge at run over a whole sight of rooftops and all I has to do is look down to see the chillun runnin betwixt the houses below, Slim said it wasn’t New York yet, jess the HOBOKEN SKYWAY he said, and pointed up ahead to show me New York. Well I jess could barely see a whole heap of walls and lanky steeples way, way off yonder all cloudy inside the smoke. Then I looked all round, and grandpa, it was the most monstrous and tremenjous stretch of rooftops and streets, and bridges and railroads, and boats and water, and great big things Slim said was gas tanks, and walls, and junkyards, and power lines, and in the middle of it set this old swamp ’at’s got tall green grass and yalter oil in the water, and rusty rafts long the shore. It was a sight like I never dreamed to see. And here come more of it where we turn the bridge, and ever’thing’s so smoky and tremenjous, and so laid-out far I can’t watch at some least littlest point of it without I see some more heaped up yonder behind it in the fog and smoke.
