By this time heads were peeping out from…
source date: 1891
availability: public-domain

By this time heads were peeping out from behind curtains and the porter was on his way to the traveling man’s berth and a cry of “Oh, my, there is my stomach! I’m dead!” The exclamation was topped off by the mustard plaster being thrown out on the aisle of the car. The porter then grabbed the drummer and shook him until awake. During the first stages of sensibility he muttered : “Oh, my stomach is gone, gone!”