The Diary: Pan American Expo

	The Diary:
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	single hill or elevation could be seen, but far away, stretched fine,
	level,rolling, pasture lands and fields of nodding golden grain.
	Thro' town after town the train thundered and then we came steaming
	through a pleasant little village called Hamburg.  Seeing a surburban
	trolley line running into the town we knew that our journey was nearly
	at an end. The remaining six miles through the country was make in a
	short time. Suddenly the back yard of a laarge city intrudes. Small lots
	replace great country fields. Houses cluster close. We are awakened
	by the clatter of spreading freight yards. We have reached Buffalo.
	Then clink, chink, clink and we are rattling over a score of railroad
	crossings, rush by train after train, through and across dirty streets
	lined by countless mechanics dwellings, pass several large manufactories
	among which was that of the Larkin Soap Co - a large 9 story brick
	building along the Erie traacks, down this way and up that , finally
	pulling into the station, and , after wondereing whether this was an national
	stock yard, or the headquarters of all American railroads, we alighted
	and wandered through the large noisy depot and on to the street.

	By the way, Buyffalo has over 700 miles of railroad tracks within the
	city limits, and 28 railroads with 250 passenger trains daily.  It is
	impossible to leave the city, save by water, without crossing from three
	to ten series of tracks. Buffalo is encircled by networks of steel.
	Large grain elevators line the way after entering the city limits.