For the benefit of those who have never ridden upon the famous "Flier," I could describe the cars no better than to say that coming upon them by night as I did, they looked like a gigantic, shiny worm, of strange shape, through whose tiny port-holes of heavy glass in the sides, glowed its luminous vitals. I was pompously shown to the front car, which very much resembled a tremendous cartridge--as did all of the other segments of this great glow-worm. Having dismissed the porter with a tip and the suspicion that my …