Shippers and pa.s.sengers had their favorite packets. The former had their huge piles of freight stacked upon the wharves, and needed the earliest possible intelligence of the approach of the packet so that they might promptly summon clerks and carriers to the sh.o.r.e. The pa.s.sengers, loitering in neighboring hotels, demanded some system of warning of a favorite steamer"s coming, that they might avoid the disagreeable alternative of pacing the muddy levees for hours at a time, or running the risk of being left behind.
Without a whistle, how was a boat to let the people know it was coming, especially if some of those sharp bends for which the Ohio River is famous intervened to deaden the splashing stroke of its huge paddle-wheels, or the regular puff, puff, puff, puff, of its steam exhaust-pipes?
The necessity originated several crude signs, chief among which was the noise created by a sudden escapement of steam either from the rarely used boiler waste-pipes close to the surface of the river, or through the safety-valve above. By letting the steam thus rush out at different pressures, each boat acquired a sound peculiarly its own, which could be heard a considerable distance, though it was as the tone of a mouth-organ against a bra.s.s-band, when compared with the ear-splitting roar of our modern steamboat-whistle. Townspeople of Cincinnati and elsewhere became so proficient in distinguishing these sounds of steam escapement that they could foretell the name of any craft on the river at night or before it appeared in sight.
It was reserved for the steamboat _Champion_ to carry this idea a little further. It purposed to catch the eye of the patron as well as his ear.
The _Champion_ was one of the best known vessels plying on the Mississippi in 1836. It was propelled by a walking-beam engine. This style of steam-engine is still common on tide-water boats of the East, but has long since disappeared from the inland navigation of the West.
To successfully steam a vessel up those streams against the remarkably swift currents, high-pressure engines had to be adopted generally. In that year, however, there were still a number of boats on the Mississippi and Ohio which, like the _Champion_, had low-pressure engines and the grotesque walking-beams.
One day it was discovered that the _Champion"s_ escapement-tubes were broken, and no signal could be given to a landing-place not far ahead.
A rival steamboat was just a little in advance, and bade fair to capture the large amount of freight known to be at the landing.
"I"ll make them see us, sir!" cried a bright boy, who seemed to be about fourteen years old. He stood on the deck close to where the captain was bewailing his misfortune.
Without another word, the lad climbed up over the roof of the forecastle, and, fearlessly catching hold of the end of the walking-beam when it inclined toward him with the next oscillation of the engine, swung himself lithely on top of the machinery. It was with some difficulty that he maintained his balance, but he succeeded in sticking there for fifteen minutes. He had taken off his coat, and he was swinging it to and fro.
The plan succeeded. Although the other boat beat the _Champion_ into port, the crowd there had seen the odd spectacle of a person mounted on the walking-beam of the second vessel, and, wondering over the cause, paid no attention to the landing of the first boat, but awaited the arrival of the other.
The incident gave the master of the _Champion_ an idea. He took the boy as a permanent member of the crew, and a.s.signed him to the post of "walking-beam boy," buying for him a large and beautiful flag. Ever afterward, when within a mile of any town, the daring lad was to be seen climbing up to his difficult perch, pausing on the roof of the forecastle to get his flag from a box that had been built there for it.
By and by he made his lofty position easier and more picturesque by straddling the walking-beam, well down toward the end, just as he would have sat upon a horse.
This made a pretty spectacle for those upon sh.o.r.e who awaited the boat"s arrival. They saw a boy bounding up and down with the great seesawing beam. For a second he would sink from view, but up he bobbed suddenly, and, like a clear-cut silhouette, he waved the Stars and Stripes high in the air with only the vast expanse of sky for a background. The vision was only for an instant, for both flag and boy would disappear, and--up again they came, before the spectator"s eye could change to another direction! This sight was novel--it was thrilling!
"I used to think if I could ever be in that young fellow"s place, I would be the biggest man on earth," remarked a veteran river-man. Like thousands of others along the Mississippi and Ohio, he remembered that when a child he could recognize the _Champion_ a mile distant by this unique signal.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "HE WAVED THE STARS AND STRIPES HIGH IN THE AIR."]
After a while, though, other steamboats operating low-pressure engines copied the idea, and there were several "walking-beam boys" employed on the rivers, and their flags were remodeled to have some distinctive feature each. It was a perilous situation to be employed in, but I am unable to find the record of any "walking-beam boy" being killed or injured in the machinery. On the other hand, the very hazard of their duty, and the conspicuous position it gave them, made them popular with pa.s.sengers and shippers, and so they pocketed many fees from Kentuckians, confections from Cincinnati folks, bonbons from New Orleans Creoles, and tips from Pittsburgers.
But at length, in 1844, the steam-whistle was introduced, and the "walking-beam boys" were left without occupation.
THE CREATURE WITH NO CLAWS
BY JOEL CHANDLER HARRIS
"W"en you git a leetle bit older dan w"at you is, honey," said Uncle Remus to the little boy, "you"ll know lots mo" dan you does now."
The old man had a pile of white oak splits by his side and these he was weaving into a chair-bottom. He was an expert in the art of "bottoming chairs," and he earned many a silver quarter in this way. The little boy seemed to be much interested in the process.
"Hit "s des like I tell you," the old man went on; "I done had de speunce un it. I done got so now dat I don"t b"lieve w"at I see, much less w"at I year. It got ter be whar I kin put my han" on it en fumble wid it. Folks kin fool deyse"f lots wuss dan yuther folks kin fool um, en ef you don"t b"lieve w"at I "m a-tellin" un you, you kin des ax Brer Wolf de nex" time you meet "im in de big road."
"What about Brother Wolf, Uncle Remus?" the little boy asked, as the old man paused to refill his pipe.
"Well, honey, "t ain"t no great long rigamarole; hit"s des one er deze yer tales w"at goes in a gallop twel it gits ter de jumpin"-off place.
"One time Brer Wolf wuz gwine "long de big road feelin" mighty proud en high-strung. He wuz a mighty high-up man in dem days, Brer Wolf wuz, en "mos" all de yuther creeturs wuz feared un "im. Well, he wuz gwine "long lickin" his chops en walkin" sorter stiff-kneed, w"en he happen ter look down "pon de groun" en dar he seed a track in de san". Brer Wolf stop, he did, en look at it, en den he "low:
""Heyo! w"at kind er creetur dish yer? Brer Dog ain"t make dat track, en needer is Brer Fox. Hit"s one er deze yer kind er creeturs w"at ain"t got no claws. I"ll des "bout foller "im up, en ef I ketch "im he"ll sholy be my meat."
"Dat de way Brer Wolf talk. He followed "long atter de track, he did, en he look at it close, but he ain"t see no print er no claw. Bimeby de track tuck "n tu"n out de road en go up a dreen whar de rain done wash out. De track wuz plain dar in de wet san", but Brer Wolf ain"t see no sign er no claws.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "BRER WOLF MAKE LIKE HE GWINE TER HIT DE CREETUR, EN DEN----."]
"He foller en foller, Brer Wolf did, en de track git fresher en fresher, but still he ain"t see no print er no claw. Bimeby he come in sight er de creetur, en Brer Wolf stop, he did, en look at "im. He stop stock-still and look. De creetur wuz mighty quare-lookin," en he wuz cuttin" up some mighty quare capers. He had big head, sharp nose, en bob tail; en he wuz walkin" roun" en roun" a big dog-wood tree, rubbin" his sides ag"in it. Brer Wolf watch "im a right smart while, he act so quare, en den he "low:
""Shoo! dat creetur done bin in a fight en los" de bes" part er he tail; en w"at make he scratch hisse"f dat away? I lay I"ll let "im know who he foolin" "long wid."
"Atter "while, Brer Wolf went up a leetle nigher de creetur, en holler out:
""Heyo, dar! w"at you doin" scratchin" yo" scaly hide on my tree, en tryin" fer ter break hit down?"
"De creetur ain"t make no answer. He des walk "roun" en "roun" de tree scratchin" he sides en back. Brer Wolf holler out:
""I lay I"ll make you year me ef I hatter come dar whar you is!"
"De creetur des walk roun" en roun" de tree, en ain"t make no answer.
Den Brer Wolf hail "im ag"in, en talk like he mighty mad:
""Ain"t you gwine ter min" me, you imperdent scoundul? Ain"t you gwine ter mozey outer my woods en let my tree "lone?"
"Wid dat, Brer Wolf march todes de creetur des like he gwine ter squ"sh "im in de groun". De creetur rub hisse"f ag"in de tree en look like he feel mighty good. Brer Wolf keep on gwine todes "im, en bimeby w"en he git sorter close de creetur tuck "n sot up on his behime legs des like you see squir"ls do. Den Brer Wolf, he "low, he did:
""Ah-yi! you beggin", is you? But "t ain"t gwine ter do you no good. I mout er let you off ef you "d a-minded me w"en I fus holler atter you, but I ain"t gwine ter let you off now. I"m a-gwine ter l"arn you a lesson dat "ll stick by you."
"Den de creetur sorter wrinkle up he face en mouf, en Brer Wolf "low:
""Oh, you nee"n"ter swell up en cry, you "ceitful vilyun. I"m a-gwine ter gi" you a frailin" dat I boun" you won"t forgit."
[Ill.u.s.tration: "WELL, SUH, DAT CREETUR DES FOTCH ONE SWIPE DIS AWAY, EN "N"ER SWIPE DAT AWAY."]
"Brer Wolf make like he gwine ter hit de creetur, en den----"
Here Uncle Remus paused and looked all around the room and up at the rafters. When he began again his voice was very solemn.
--"Well, suh, dat creetur des fotch one swipe dis away, en "n"er swipe dat away, en mos" "fo" you can wink yo" eyeb.a.l.l.s, Brer Wolf hide wuz mighty nigh teetotally tor"d off "n "im. Atter dat de creetur sa"ntered off in de woods, en "gun ter rub hisse"f on "n"er tree."
"What kind of a creature was it, Uncle Remus?" asked the little boy.
"Well, honey," replied the old man in a confidential whisper, "hit want n.o.body on de topside er de yeth but ole Brer Wildcat."
GEOGRAPHICAL STORIES RETOLD FROM ST. NICHOLAS MAGAZINE
IN SIX VOLUMES