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fell asleep. When I awoke the guards were crowded with passengers in a high state of excitement, pointing and craning shoreward. Looking in the same direction I saw, through the haze, the sharp outlines of a city in gray silhouette. Roofs, spires, pinnacles, chimneys, angles of wall—all were there, cleanly cut out against the air.
"What is it?" I cried, springing to my feet.
"That, sir," replied a passenger stolidly, "is Poughkeepsie."
It was.
