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The Great South - Down the Mississippi
The "Great Republic"
The “Great Republic “ is the largest
steamer on the Mississippi river—literally a floating palace. The
luxuriantly furnished cabin is as long and as ample as the promenade
hall in the Hombourg Kursaal, and has accommodations for two hundred
guests. Standing on the upper deck or in the pilot house, one fancies
the graceful structure to be at rest, even when going at full speed. |
The "Great Republic"
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The "Great Republic" pilot house |
This is the very luxury of travel. An army of
servants come and go. As in an ocean voyage, breakfast, dinner and tea
succeed each other so quickly that one regrets the rapid flight of the
hours. In the evening there is the blaze of the chandeliers, the opened
piano, a colored band grouped about it and playing tasteful music while the
youths and maidens dance. If the weather is warm, there are trips about the
moonlit wilderness of decks—and flirtations.
The two score negro “roustabouts” on the boat were
sources of infinite amusement to the passengers. At the small landings the
“Great Republic “ would lower her gang-planks, and down the steep levees
would come kaleidoscopic processions of negroes and flour barrels.
The pilots, perched in their cosy cage, twisted the
wheel and told us strange stories. Romantic enough were their accounts of
the adventures of steamers in war time—how they ran the gauntlet here, and
were seized there; and how, now and then, Confederate shells came crashing
uncomfortably near the pilots themselves.
The pilots on the Western rivers have an association,
with head-quarters at St. Louis, and branches at Louisville, Pittsburg and
Cincinnati. Each of the seventy-four members, on his trip, makes a report of
changes in the channel, or obstructions, which is forwarded from point to
point to all the others. They are men of great energy, of quaint, dry humor,
and fond of spinning yarns. The genial “Mark Twain” served his
apprenticeship as pilot, and one of his old companions and tutors, now on
the “Great Republic,” gave us reminiscences of the humorist. One sees, on a
journey down the Mississippi, where Mark found many of his queerest and
seemingly impossible types.
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