Well, now I told you how fearsome and grand New York was when I first seed it, and that ain’t all.
Well, now I told you how fearsome and grand New York was when I first seed it, and that ain’t all. The bus come down into a tunnel and whoosh! it and ever’body else go barrelin along the walls, and it warn’t dark in there but bright as you like and all lit-up jolly. “Now we’s under the Hudson River,” brother say, “and wouldn’t it be somethin if that river bust thu and come down on our heads?” I didn’t dass guess ’bout that till we come out the other side, and when we did I plum forgot to guess, and I reckon most folks is like that, ain’t they grandpa, till the day such a thing happen to them? The bus come out that LINCOLN TUNNEL it was called, and a great yaller light shine up the front of it, and ain’t nobody but one man walkin on the street, and I look at him and he look at me too. Well, I guess that man said to hisself “There’s a little boy comin to New York for the first time and cain’t do nothin but gawk at a man like me ’at’s so busy in New York and got so many things to do.”
