We left St. Louis Friday night at 7:05, via the Ohio and Mississippi railroad, for Washington, arriving in Cincinnati for breakfast at 8 o'clock. The distance is three hundred and forty miles-four miles less than from Little Rock to St. Louis-and we made it in four hours less time than is consumed on the Iron Mountain road. Saturday was passed rolling across the broad acres and beautiful farms of southern Ohio, except toward night, when we passed into the southeastern corner, where the country is very sparsely settled, rugged and mountainous. The farmers were busy with their labor-saving machines, and crops looked forward. The farms along the Hocking valley were in a delightful state of progression. At 5:30 we crossed the Ohio river on an elegant bridge, stopped to change engines at Parkersburg, W. Va., and were soon whirling eastward on the Baltimore and Ohio road. Here it is that the obliging "conductaire" is not his own chief cook. He is accompanied by a "ticket collector," who walks backward through the train just ahead of the conductor, first taking tickets and money, and after noting receipts passing the same to the conductor. The company cannot have any respect for its employees to subject them to such surveillance. Seeking the sleeper at Grafton about 10 o'clock, Sunday morning at 8 o'clock found us in this great national whirlpool of political excitement. All the way along we noticed travel centennialward very light, and conversing with the people found that no very great reduction had been made in the cost, and that the middle classes would not go unless tickets were placed at lower rates. Many strangers from abroad in town, and hundreds of tourists to Philadelphia about the city.-Daily Arkansas Gazette, May 25, 1876
One would imagine that our ballplayers found similar conditions as they travelled around the country, east to west and back and forth, throughout the season.