Conductors and brakemen on the New York Central Railroad are accustomed to seeing sullen, malignant customers riding up the Hudson River in the cars, their wrists manacled to the wrists of impassive burlies who usually sit on the aisle side of the seat. Just before the trains reach Ossining station there is a platform at the base of gray rock bastions which tower above the track. Here the trains stop and the burlies yank their reluctant companions to their feet, shove them shuffling ahead to the end of the car and down the...
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