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id: 8473
title: Life on the Mississippi, Part 3.
author: Twain, Mark
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  The next moment both men were flying up the pilot-house companion way, One trip a pretty girl of sixteen spent her time in our pilot-house with By this time the boat''s yawl was manned and away, to search for the pilot''s knowledge who carries the Mississippi River in his head. of what the pilot must know in order to keep a Mississippi steamer out I think a pilot''s memory is about the most wonderful thing in the world. later he took out a full license, and went to piloting day and night-The moment that the boat was under way in the river, bitter pill to have to accept association pilots at last, yet captains the association pilots and said-S----, pay him about a thousand dollars, and take an association pilot half the boats had none but association pilots, and the other half had


id: 8471
title: Life on the Mississippi, Part 1.
author: Twain, Mark
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  instance, a man is living in the State of Mississippi to-day, a cut-off Hard Times, La., the river is two miles west of the region it used to OF OLD MISSISSIPPI RIVER WHICH LA SALLE FLOATED DOWN IN HIS CANOES, TWO fair right to think the river''s roaring demon was come. (it is high water and dead summer time), and are floating down the river went and got it and said never mind, this warn''t going to be the last of and so the Child better look out, for there was a time a-coming, just as man they called Ed said the muddy Mississippi water was wholesomer to his face in the river, and come and set down by me and got out his pipe, Some said, let''s all go ashore in a pile, if the bar''l comes again. I now come to a phase of the Mississippi River life of the flush times


id: 8474
title: Life on the Mississippi, Part 4.
author: Twain, Mark
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  In the old times, whenever two fast boats started out on a race, with a Those boats will never halt a moment between New Orleans and St. Louis, those wood-boats in tow and turn a swarm of men into each; by the time times in Fort Adams reach, which is five miles long. That trip we went to Grand Gulf, from New Orleans, in four days (three made the run from St. Louis to St. Paul (800 miles) in 2 days and 20 hours. And by the same token any person can see that seven hundred and fortytwo years from now the Lower Mississippi will be only a mile and threequarters long, and Cairo and New Orleans will have joined their streets old bend had already begun to fill up, and the boat got to running away vanished time, is that of Brown, of the steamer ''Pennsylvania''--the man The moment I got back to the pilot-house, Brown said--


id: 8472
title: Life on the Mississippi, Part 2.
author: Twain, Mark
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  engine bells, and in due time the boat''s nose came to the land, a torch It made my heart ache to think I had only got half of the river plain that I had got to learn this troublesome river BOTH WAYS. What is called the ''upper river'' (the two hundred miles between St. Louis and Cairo, where the Ohio comes in) was low; and the Mississippi Coming up-stream, pilots did not mind low water or any kind of ''My boy, you''ve got to know the SHAPE of the river perfectly. change the shape of the river in different ways. river in the night the same as he''d know his own front hall?'' I went to work now to learn the shape of the river; and of all the It was plain that I had got to learn the shape of the river in all the river--shapes and all--and so I can run it at night?''


id: 8475
title: Life on the Mississippi, Part 5.
author: Twain, Mark
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  going to follow the river the rest of my days, and die at the wheel when One thing seemed plain: we must start down the river the next day, if thing to look new; the coal smoke turns it into an antiquity the moment THE RIVER ABREAST OF THE TOWN IS CROWDED WITH STEAMBOATS, stuff down the river at a time, at an expense so trivial that steamboat MY idea was, to tarry a while in every town between St. Louis and New had as many dollars as they could read alligator water a mile and a half alligator water it was said; I don''t know whether it was so or not, and old times, but it seemed to need some repairs here and there, and a new Uncle Mumford has been thirty years a mate on the river. about the only place in the Upper River that a new cub was allowed to


id: 8479
title: Life on the Mississippi, Part 9.
author: Twain, Mark
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  All day long you hear things ''placed'' as having happened had stepped out of his house in New Orleans, one night years ago, to largely and vaporously of old-time experiences on the river; always & when she got out of the cars at a way place i said, marm have you lost year of Littles Living Age, i didn''t know what you would like & i told When I for the first time heard that letter read, nine years ago, I felt small boy, at the time; and I saw those giddy young ladies come crosses the Red River on its way out to the Mississippi, but the sadfaced paddlers never turn their heads to look at our boat. One day the head said: ''The time is not distant when I shall be freed observing the woman, after some time said to the man who came with her:


id: 8482
title: Life on the Mississippi, Part 12.
author: Twain, Mark
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  ''When Dean came,'' said Claggett, ''the people thought he was an escaped He granted these facts, but said that if I would hunt up Mr. Schoolcraft''s book, published near fifty years ago, and now doubtless ''I blow my breath,'' said the old man, ''and the stream stands still. crosses the Red River on its way out to the Mississippi, but the sadfaced paddlers never turn their heads to look at our boat. A few miles up this river, the depth of water on the banks was fully At thirty miles above the mouth of Black River the water extends from One day the head said: ''The time is not distant when I shall be freed they had received food from the old man: but very soon the bear came in observing the woman, after some time said to the man who came with her:


id: 8476
title: Life on the Mississippi, Part 6.
author: Twain, Mark
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  The next time I saw my partner, I said, ''Now, come out, be honest, and man shot a boy twelve years old--happened on him in the woods, and young man rode up--steamboat laying there at the time--and the first low water the river bank is very high there (fifty feet), and in my day TIMES-DEMOCRAT''S relief-boat, see Appendix A]} The water had been to the boat, at the same time, for she can of course make more miles Devil''s Island, in the Upper River, they wanted the water to go one way, 4. Some believed in the scheme to relieve the river, in flood-time, by man on the river banks, south of Cairo, talks about it every day, during ''He had sold the other negro the third time on Arkansaw River for War. Two men whom I had served under, in my river days, took part in The usual river-gossip going on in the pilot-house.


id: 8481
title: Life on the Mississippi, Part 11.
author: Twain, Mark
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  One Monday, near the time of our visit to St. Louis, the ''GlobeDemocrat'' came out with a couple of pages of Sunday statistics, whereby months before my time was up, for i saw it want no good, nohow--the day little room over the stable i sat a long time thinking over my past life a chance for 3 months--he talked to me like a father for a long time, & year of Littles Living Age, i didn''t know what you would like & i told after them every Sunday hour before school time, I also got 4 girls to This letter arrived a few days after it was written--and up went Mr. Williams''s stock again. When I for the first time heard that letter read, nine years ago, I felt from the time she went in; and was always suffering, too; never got a small boy, at the time; and I saw those giddy young ladies come


id: 8477
title: Life on the Mississippi, Part 7.
author: Twain, Mark
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  I have a lodger who shall tell you all you want to know. heard nothing that I said; took no notice of my good-byes, and plainly ''The thumb''s the only sure thing,'' said he; ''you can''t disguise that.'' It was the print of the thumb of the fortythird man of Company C whom I had experimented on--Private Franz Adler. river two days to prepare my way for me is going to follow me with it; goggles behind me in that dead man''s hand. themselves, after long years; for MY hands were tied, that night, you Again the man tried to do something with his hands. You put money into the hands of a man matter off as being a small thing; but when you come to look at the watch this man all the time, and keep him within bounds; it would not do Years ago, I talked with a couple of the Vicksburg non-combatants--a man


id: 8478
title: Life on the Mississippi, Part 8.
author: Twain, Mark
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  time I saw this Mr. John Backus, I guessed, from his clothes and his All the passengers were on deck to look--even the gamblers--and Backus times saw the gamblers talking earnestly with Backus, and once I threw ''I CALL you!'' said Backus, heaving his golden shot-bag on the pile. speak, made of high-colored yarns, by the young ladies of the house, and Delaware; on the wall by the door, copy of it done in thunder-andlightning crewels by one of the young ladies--work of art which would two are memorials of the long-ago bridal trip to New Orleans and the goods per year.''{footnote [New Orleans Times-Democrat, 26 Aug, 1882.]} A Then New Orleans piped up and said-factory in New Orleans: labels, bottles, oil, everything. bank, got a shot gun, took deliberate aim at General Mabry and fired. The instant Mabry shot, O''Connor turned and fired, the


id: 8480
title: Life on the Mississippi, Part 10.
author: Twain, Mark
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  me--now captain of the great steamer ''City of Baton Rouge,'' the latest One of the pilots whom I had known when I was on the river had died a buried a young fellow who perished at the wheel a great many years ago, had stepped out of his house in New Orleans, one night years ago, to I was told that one of my pilot friends fell dead at the wheel, from WE had some talk about Captain Isaiah Sellers, now many years dead. steamboat pilot, still surviving at the time I speak of, had ever turned largely and vaporously of old-time experiences on the river; always river, and sign them ''MARK TWAIN,'' and give them to the ''New Orleans of it, in the captain''s own hand, has been sent to me from New Orleans. was a very real honor to be in the thoughts of so great a man as Captain


id: 33282
title: The Boy Pilot of the Lakes; Or, Nat Morton''s Perils
author: Webster, Frank V.
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  THE BOY PILOT OF THE LAKES, Or Nat Morton''s Perils "I don''t believe I''ll be able to get home to supper, Nat," said Mr. Miller to the lad as they were working near each other on the dock "I''d like to be a pilot on that big steamer," thought Nat as he "What, John Weatherby, the pilot of the _Jessie Drew_?" asked Nat, who "Ah, Mr. Weatherby!" exclaimed a man as Nat and the pilot stepped on on the way to the captain''s cabin Mr. Weatherby had pointed out to Nat "I wonder if I''ll ever get a chance to learn to be a pilot?" said Nat, "You want to be careful, Nat," went on Captain Marshall. "No, I think Nat is right," said Mr. Weatherby quietly. Nat and the pilot found the mate in his office, looking over some "You''re coming on well, Nat," said the old pilot one day.


id: 47262
title: Old Times on the Upper Mississippi The Recollections of a Steamboat Pilot from 1854 to 1863
author: Merrick, George Byron
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  pilot work his boat through a tangled piece of river, knowing that reversing gear of a Mississippi River steamboat, in old times, was greater part of the fuel used on old-time river boats was purchased. river men, know of but one "old man" aboard the boat, although the captain on the river could, in case of necessity, pilot his boat novice in the business might take a steamer from St. Louis to St. Paul with very fair success, while the same man would hang his boat upper Mississippi River pilots who handled steamboats prior to 1836. CONEWAGO--Stern-wheel; built at Brownsville, Pa., 1854; 186 tons; St. Louis and St. Paul Packet Co., 1855; 1856; 1857--Capt. whistle on upper river; Captain Lodwick 1849; 1850; in Galena and St. Paul trade; Capt. EQUATOR--Stern-wheel; built at Beaver, Pa., 1853; 162 tons; in St. Paul trade 1855, 1856; Minnesota River 1857--Captain Sencerbox;


