The Southwestern Historical Quarterly, Volume 42, July 1938 - April, 1939 Page: 335
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Impressions of Texas in 1860
worth Herald--that villianous [sic] looking Spaniard and myself,
requested to be set ashore with our baggage which was readily
acceded to by our Mormon Captain, who knew that by our setting
the example others would follow-and relieve the run on the larder.
A lusty one-eyed wagoner carried us up to the city for a proper
examination, and we arrived just in time for the evening express
mail for Hannibal-at which place we duly arrived next morning
at nine thirty.
Here I had in a night-(not awoke and found myself great-
like Lord Byron,)-traveled to within 120 miles of the pleasant
home of two years duration, in Galesburg, Illinois. The question
agitated me not a little: Should I give them a flying visit ? Hard
was the struggle; but the arrival of the packet "Quincy" decided,
for no sooner had she struck the wharf, than I was walking up
the forward gangway enroute for the office.
Some time has elapsed since then;-it was then about the
twenty-fourth of November,-and it is now the tenth of May,-
and what minor incidents of steamboat travel occured have all
been forgotten, and I shall not endeavor to recall them. Suffice
then, that, "tocsin sound" the break-fast bell of the ensuing morn-
ing, found us within vision range of a heavy dark horizon-which
I recognized immediately as the pall-like covering of smoke and
fog that ever hangs over the city of St. Louis. I welcomed the
prospect. I had now been up in the wilds of Pukedom for three
months, and the prospect of a sojourn-however short-in a city-
and especially St. Louis-was excessively refreshing.
Once in the city, I dispatched a hasty note per the Penny
Post, to my cousin Aleck P. and retired to my room at the
Monroe House to await his arrival.
I am bound to remember my adventures at St. Louis-whenever
as on this occasion-it was my fortune to meet Aleck and Fk.
Smally,-so I will omit mention of them here, and pass over
three days that passed in a whirl of debauchery and wild life,
and once again, step aboard a steamboat:-the "Ben Lewis" for
Memphis. No sooner am I on, than with a flourish of the pen,
I am taking leave of her at her dock in the Tennessee Metropolis.
Some ill luck directed the Commercial carriage driver to the
there by Heaven! I have forgot the name of the Hotel,-but with
startling visions of tough beefsteak and onions-stale coffee and
codfish-potatoes and animated cheese-remind me that it was
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