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Chapter 5.
About two weeks later I arrived at the Union Station in
Louisville, Kentucky, a city generally associated in the American
mind, I suppose, with the distillation of whisky, the manu-
facture of baseball bats, and the annual Derby at Churchill
Downs. Louisville then had about two hundred thousand in-
habitants, a third or so less than its present population.
Everything about Louisville was novel to me. An endless
procession of river boats drew up at the sloping levees to transfer
freight after trips up and down the Ohio. The streets were very
broad and lined with shade trees, many of them sycamores. In
the fall heavy mists rose from the river, and then the smell of
the cannel coal from Indiana, much used in Louisville as fuel,
lay on the air. Many of the houses were in the German-Ameri-
can style, built of fiery red brick with marble stoops and trim, as
they are in Baltimore, Cincinnati, and St. Louis. Whereas on
the Boston water front I had been used to seeing an endless
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