Porter

Purser read by Rachel.

Porter read by Jesse Yoon.

Townsperson read by Rachel.

Captain read by Shiloh Fuselo.

The guard endeavored to talk to three people at once.

Porters flitted to and fro, cleaving a path for themselves with trucks of luggage.

The usual old lady was asking if she was right for some place nobody had ever heard of.

everybody was saying good-bye to everybody else and last but not least p st h harrison of st austin's was strolling at a leisurely pace towards the rear of the train there was no need for him to hurry for had not his friend mace promised to keep a corner seat for him while he went to the refreshment room to lay in supplies undoubtedly he had and harrison as he watched the struggling crowd congratulated himself that he was not as other men a corner seat in a carriage full of his own particular friends with plenty of provisions and something to read in case he got tired of talking it would be perfect so engrossed was he in these reflections that he did not notice that from the opposite end of the platform a youth of about his own age was also making for the compartment in question The first intimation he had of his presence was when the latter, arriving first at the door by a short head, hurled a bag on to the rack, and sank gracefully into the identical corner seat which Harrison had long regarded as his own personal property.

Anybody will do anything for him.

Porters carry his luggage with no thought of tips.

Editors publish his drawings whether they want to or no.

People purchase his pictures without in the least understanding them.

And none of this equipment moved itself.

Porters carried loads upward again and again.

often in brutal cold and at altitudes where simply walking could become exhausting.

Above the North Coal, loads were deliberately cut down, but even 20 pounds could be punishing.

Merchants gesture over bundles of cloth.

Porters carry loads toward waiting vessels.

Smoke rises in thin columns and dissolves into the morning air.

Somewhere among all of this movement, your own cargo rests below deck, packed carefully for a journey that will carry you across a sea shaped by seasonal winds.

The harbor has become busier.

Small vessels move between the shore and larger ships.

Porters carry goods across the dock.

Sailors sit in the shade repairing equipment.

They take you.

Porters carrying your boats for you.

Um, some of the guys from the villages you pay for.

Um, and, like, it's just awesome.

The gangplank is dropped.

Porters start carrying bags off.

Immediately porters are trying to put bags around.

"Excuse me, can you guys move? Shh." What?

When the Express finally hissed to a stop at the Gare de Lyon in Paris, the platform flooded with folks getting off.

Porters rushed to and fro, conductors tipped their hats, and passengers dispersed into the damp city streets.

But Louis' door never opened.

Eventually, a conductor came knocking.

Sacks and heavy cases were passed along.

Porters, bending under their loads, slipped through the maze of vans and carts to the one they wanted, and deposited their burdens.

after giving what a lot orders to prevent any one from invading our horse-box i slipped out and went towards the station office to look for the military commissary i had great difficulty in making my way through the crowd of men who seemed to be rushing to take the train by assault in the darkness then i had to avoid the breaking of my neck in getting across the maze of rails the signal wires and the open ditches i got to the station a number of wounded were there lying on the platforms about a hundred of them with their clothes torn and covered with dust they presented a sad picture they were it is true only slightly wounded but it cuts one to the heart to see soldiers in that plight hauled out upon the ground without straw to lie upon or any doctor to attend to them however they had all had first-aid dressings below the bandages that bound their heads their feverish eyes gleamed in the light of the lanterns their bandaged arms were supported by pieces of linen tied behind their necks SEVERAL OF THEM WERE SITTING ON BASKETS, CASKS, AND PACKAGES OF ALL KINDS, AND THEY WERE TALKING EAGERLY.

EACH MAN WAS RELATING, WITH PLENTY OF GESTICULATION, THE GREAT DEEDS HE HAD TAKEN PART IN OR SEEN.